We Interrupt This Program...

To bring you a "bitch of the week."

I've been thinking about what I want to write for my "spring cleaning" post, BUT this just happened and I have to get it off my chest since it's pretty consistent with my complaints of the past.

The following conversation took place this past Saturday around noon. I had just finished a six mile walk (no I'm not kidding. YES this is City Girl. What do you mean you don't believe me???) and was sitting down to lunch with a friend and her family. After discussing jobs we fell into the inevitable school discussion, including majors, etc. and I then had the following exchange with her aunt (again, please keep in mind I had just walked six miles and was very hungry):

Aunt: "Where did you grow up?"

CG: "In ********, **"

Aunt: "Really? Isn't Really-Good-State-School there?"

CG: "Yep. A lot of my friends went there, including my current roommate."

Aunt: "But you went to Mediocre-Out-Of-State-School?"

CG: "Yeah."

Aunt: (Clearly flabbergasted) "Why?"

CG: "Well, I didn't get into Really-Good-State-School."

Aunt: "Even though you were in state?"

CG: "Yeah. Actually, my parents went there as well. It's where they met."

Aunt: "Your parents went there, and you grew up there, and you still didn't get in?"

CG: (Beginning to become irrate) "Yeah...well...I don't think my grades were good enough. It's a very good school. I was wait listed but didn't get in."

Aunt: "Wow. Were you surprised you didn't get in?"

CG: (Realizing that her irrate-ness is now becoming palpable. Hopes this will be a good indication that the conversation should end) "Not really, I guess. I mean, like I said, my grades weren't very good."

CG's Friend: (Trying to intervene, bless her heart) "What were their averages there?"

CG: "I don't really remember. It was over six years ago when I applied."

CG's Friend: "Well, Mediocre-Out-Of-State-School is pretty good."

CG: "Yeah, it's not bad."

Conversation is blessedly dropped as food arrives.

Ok, really, "Were you surprised that you didn't get in?" Who says that? I mean, I know circumstances were such that I was very tired, hungry, and therefore more emotionally sensitive than I otherwise would be. But really? Am I crazy for being offended by that comment? I suppose offended is the wrong word. Shocked at the audacity? I dunno. I'll let Speak Coffee choose a statement to best describe the above conversation. She is the writer. I mean, I didn't even get into Really-Good-State-School even though I grew up there and both my parents attended. Can you believe it???