Last week I spoke with a student who was a wreck. She was thinking of going into Teach for America. She wanted to travel. She was interested in doing something international and thinking maybe the Peace Corps. She wanted to work with people, helping them, but wasn’t sure just how. Mostly, she just didn’t want to get stuck in a job after graduating only to languish there until her dotage. She may be the poster child for the “odyssey years.”
My partner and kids were in a car accident on Friday. Our Honda Odyssey was totaled. The investigating officer asked my 9-year-old daughter Angela, “Can you tell me what happened?”
“We were driving to school,” she answered. “I closed my eyes to give them a rest. Then I think I started to day dream. There was a loud pop so I opened my eyes. There was smoke. My mommy got us out of the van.”
Fortunately, my family wasn’t significantly hurt and no one was killed. I am thankful.
Escape From IV: Extreme Edition
I just got off the phone with my Grandmother, who asked me what my plans are for Thanksgiving. When I told her that I didn’t have any, she was shocked.
“No one invited you over or anything?!” Unfortunately I had to remind her that no one celebrates Thanksgiving over here and that next Thursday will just be another day for me. It’s an absolute tragedy.
A question we hear almost daily is “What do I wear to an interview?”
The short answer…
This:
NOT this:
My roommate, Matt, during my sophomore year was Korean. I liked him a lot. Matt worked in a liquor store over 30 hours a week, enrolled in 22 units and got straight A’s. His favorite bands were Erasure, Queen and Andrés Segovia. I admired his courage to leave his country and family to study in America.
Matt was a smoker.