Yesterday’s posts (the last absolutely) were examples of how my mind can go from one subject to another in a matter of seconds. I’m used to that; I can even change my thinking now to think like everyone else.
I’m a great example of a non-sequential or non-linear thinker. I’m the person who thought outside the box before the term was ever coined.
I was fortunate enough to begin college when people like me were embraced, not thought weird or strange. Take that back; all the people I liked and wanted to like me back might have found me weird but loved me anyway.
Last night I dreamed I had a reunion with my friends from Putnam Avenue, Cambridge MA where I lived when I went to Boston University, and in a giant leap for me, actually attended not just one class a semester, but all classes. That helped my GPA immensely.
I didn’t learn until too late that most grad schools–including law schools–take a person’s last years in college, dedication to course work, LSAT or other testing, and finally–the perfect essay–into consideration. And they’re impressed by a person who can explain in that essay why it took three schools and eight years (with much dropping out for living and working) for me to graduate.
I always felt less than because I had problems and didn’t think I could effectively advocate for myself. I was scared of everything though I had incredible friends and a family that thought I could be the first Jewish, woman president–but the job wasn’t good enough for me.
I became great at advocating for myself and for others. It’s true; the more life you experience; the better you can get at it.
But how I got from there to here: Guess that will take much longer to explain than I have time for today. It could be a book, one that I’ve begun and put away many times. It’s hard to relive the past. Though sometimes necessary to understand the present.
(I can also make anything into a political metaphor.)
