Maybe My Bitterness Will Wear Off By The Ten Year Reunion
Today my mother sent me the alumni newsletter from my old prep school.
–insert poorly disguised fake enthusiasm here–
It was filled with half a dozen engagement announcements, tales of world travel (under academic scholarships of course), and working at the White House. How the hell am I supposed to compete with this? Sure I got better grades than most of these people back in school, but all the good that does now—I don’t see any IPO filling my pockets with happiness.
Ever since I graduated my mother regularly sends me the alumni newsletters with a post-it on top saying “why don’t you send something in?”
Fine, mother.
