The weekend was beautiful in the weather department. However, I spent the days doing math and re-writing my legal memorandum and opinion letter.
One thing that this convinces me is that I am not interested in furthering my education beyond a paralegal certificate. Law school does not interest me.
I feel, and have always seemed to feel, that I make a better "right arm" person than a leader.
When I was in grade school, I was captain of my fifth grade kickball team. I chose all the best players -- the ones who could kick the farthest and run the fastest. We were genetically designed to win. But we didn't. Our team had a dismal record because although we could win, no one would listen to me and we didn't function as a team.
In high school, I was Ruth's "right arm" in our rifle drill team capers. She and I would sit and observe the boys' drill team practices, batting our eyelashes as needed, and when we wandered away, I'd be able to show the girls exactly how the boys had come up with their routine while Ruth was the brains who figured out how we could use their stuff in our routines. When she wanted us to have distinctive uniforms, she sewed one for me and I modeled it for the JROTC commander to show how professional they would look.
Sometimes I take things on from a leadership role but I always feel that someone else could have done a better job. I remember the first year I worked at an office, we had a 'door decorating' contest for Christmas. I came up with the idea that we should illustrate the Twelve Days of Christmas Hawaiian Style, after the local version of that popular holiday song. "Twelve televisions! Eleven missionaries! Ten cans of beer! Nine pounds of poi! Eight ukuleles! Seven shrimps a'swimmin! Six hula lessons! FIVE BIG FAT PIIIIIIIIIIIIGS! Four flower leis! Three dried squid! Two coconuts! And one mynah bird in one papaya tree!" Er...anyhow, the day of the contest, I overslept and arrived at the office to find the rest of the staff frantically trying to build the door. I had totally forgotten about it. And yet, we won "most original." Guess they did better without me!
Rats, it's time for math. At least having it early gets it out of the way for the rest of the day.
One thing that this convinces me is that I am not interested in furthering my education beyond a paralegal certificate. Law school does not interest me.
I feel, and have always seemed to feel, that I make a better "right arm" person than a leader.
When I was in grade school, I was captain of my fifth grade kickball team. I chose all the best players -- the ones who could kick the farthest and run the fastest. We were genetically designed to win. But we didn't. Our team had a dismal record because although we could win, no one would listen to me and we didn't function as a team.
In high school, I was Ruth's "right arm" in our rifle drill team capers. She and I would sit and observe the boys' drill team practices, batting our eyelashes as needed, and when we wandered away, I'd be able to show the girls exactly how the boys had come up with their routine while Ruth was the brains who figured out how we could use their stuff in our routines. When she wanted us to have distinctive uniforms, she sewed one for me and I modeled it for the JROTC commander to show how professional they would look.
Sometimes I take things on from a leadership role but I always feel that someone else could have done a better job. I remember the first year I worked at an office, we had a 'door decorating' contest for Christmas. I came up with the idea that we should illustrate the Twelve Days of Christmas Hawaiian Style, after the local version of that popular holiday song. "Twelve televisions! Eleven missionaries! Ten cans of beer! Nine pounds of poi! Eight ukuleles! Seven shrimps a'swimmin! Six hula lessons! FIVE BIG FAT PIIIIIIIIIIIIGS! Four flower leis! Three dried squid! Two coconuts! And one mynah bird in one papaya tree!" Er...anyhow, the day of the contest, I overslept and arrived at the office to find the rest of the staff frantically trying to build the door. I had totally forgotten about it. And yet, we won "most original." Guess they did better without me!
Rats, it's time for math. At least having it early gets it out of the way for the rest of the day.
posted by Owl Chick at 7/22/2002 07:04:00 AM
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