Okay, so like, I went to a college-prep high school where they crank out overachievers, including famous authors and performers and Nobel Prize winners, etc. Where it gets annoying is when you read our alumni newspaper for updates like this one, from a girl in my class: "I was promoted to associate professor of ophthalmology, tenure track, at the Wilmer Eye Institute, Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine. I specialize in laser refractive surgery such as LASIK and PRK, corneal transplantation, and cataract surgery. There is a lot of attrition between assistant and associate ranks, so I feel fortunate that I was able to juggle motherhood, research and publications, patient care, and administrative duties. [Our high school] certainly prepared me well for hard work!"
Oh gawd. Does she know how pretentious this whole damn thing sounds? I mean, who the hell gives a crap! It's just a very round-about way of telling everyone, "Woohoo, look at me now! I am woman; hear me roar! I am a freaking success!"
This just tempts me to write in, "Our goddamn school didn't turn me into nothing but a pot-smoking manic-depressive. I want to kill myself, particularly when I think about how everyone grew up to be such blowhards. Overly ambitious types make the world an intolerable, suffocating place. All everyone wants to do is achieve, achieve, achieve, and come across perfect and happy and well put together. Well, you know what - I didn't get any of that. I didn't get married, didn't become some big shot, didn't produce beautiful kids. I don't know what kind of mark I will leave to this world. But that's all you're going to get from me. So a big middle finger salute to you all. See you at the funeral!"
Do you think they will publish this? Am I too grouchy?
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