Did you know that every single day, American children are being required to recite a socialist poem?
I really need to step back from Facebook, because there is always something that pisses me off. However, I maintain contact with some of my best friends via the social networking site, so I will not be quitting any time soon.
So I am in the process of applying to medical school. For those of you unfamiliar with the process, this is done through a central application service. For the most part, it is easy. Fill out your application, get your professors and a few professionals to submit letters on your behalf, sign up for your MCAT, and click on the box telling medical schools whether you are disadvantaged or not.
As I get ready to apply to medical school, I look with a certain amount of woe at my transcripts and wish I had done just a little better.
The popular wisdom among pre-medical students is that admissions committees don’t want to hear about your kids. There is an inherent bias against non-traditional students. The Very Good Reason for this is that non-trads are not as likely to succeed. And medical schools are all about choosing the students who are most likely to succeed.
So there have been times when I could have stayed up later. Times when I played in the snow instead of doing homework.
Who is happier than a loved child? There was a time when it was so easy to be positive. I showed up at the table and meals miraculously were produced; my clothing appeared folded in my drawers a few days after I threw it in the hamper (or in my case, more likely on the floor).
I know that this post will make half of my 3 readers hate me, because it deals with two very controversial topics: the Duggar family of TLC’s 19 Kids and Counting, and used footwear.
I run in a circle of Duggar-haters. Please don’t try to talk me out of this; I really enjoy it and firmly feel they deserve all the snark I could possibly throw at them. But some of the controversies I have to quietly duck out of, because I am guilty as well. One of these is the apparently hot topic of used shoes.
One of the sucky things about being poor is that I don’t have a lot of money to decorate. Correction: I have pretty much no money to decorate. This is difficult because I am a very aesthetic person, and so are my children.
So finals are finally over and I have some brain space to devote to decorating for the first time in the almost-two years I have lived here. I decided to start with my oldest daughter’s room because where else do I have a built-in helper?
Education is the greatest evil of our time, if you listen to (the ironically well-educated) Republican leadership.
My journey from a liberal to a conservative to a liberal was a long one, so I will completely skip the liberal to conservative half. Let’s just say that when I hit 30, I was approaching upper middle class, homeschooling, and living in an orbit that brought me in contact with conservatives. My beliefs were shored up by constant positive input from others: of course we are right.
One of the lovely realities of the current American economic system is that any person might lose their job at any time, through absolutely no fault of their own.
My family went through this several years ago and we are still here. There has been no homelessness, no repossessions, no filing bankruptcy. We’ve managed to pay our bills. Part of this is luck, but part of it is due to our immediate action when the pink slip appeared.