Why the SOLs don't evaluate your future.

SCENE: (you're in a classroom, with the walls covered with cute posters of strange and violent history turned into happy cartoons like "The Greek Gods" and "The Crusades!", with atlases on the wall and maybe a room border of the alphabet..in cursive! Desks are in rows so that the small children won't cheat off each other. Folders are put up around the corners of desks so they really won't cheat. Kids are around a fifth grade level. There is a girl and a boy in desks next to each other with their lunches crammed in with all the books and colored pencils and odd things children keep in their desks, like glue piles and melted crayons. Both are brunette.)

Boy: (leans over to girl and whispers) Hey, what's box 2-I-i-a-b?
Girl: (whispers back): uhhh they just want to know if you're male or female
Boy: (whispers...still): yeah...am I male or female?
Girl: (whispering...this is a test setting): ...You're male...i'm female.

End Scene. (Please note the gender stereotyping in the script)

Now folks, you may be thinking "oh that Jenn, she should write screenplays. Or at least Lifetime movies" (I'd prefer the latter), but no! Alas, I did not come up with that on my own. This really happened. Hint: the girl was me. Now lets fast forward to the modern day, yesterday. I'm at the grocery store buying, you know, groceries. All to prepare a fine dinner of herb roasted pork, red potatoes and green beans. Also, a pumpkin cheesecake. As I look to my left, woe, I see said boy from the fifth grade classroom. He does not recognize me. Thank goodness. While I chat it up with the butcher about pork loins, in the meat section, I eye him up and down in my peripheral vision. In his nice collared buttondown shirt, tucked into his neatly pressed pants (they were from Express for men, previously known at Structure), I noticed this: an office building ID badge attached to his pocket.

There you have it ladies and gents! The boy who inquired about his gender to me in fifth grade is now gainfully employed. And I, smart little pigtailed fifth grader, who spent no doubt life being smarter than he, am not. I don't mean to be vain, i'm not the smartest kid ever (although let it be said that fifth grade was the year I decided I was going to read my Dad's college textbook: William Shakespeare..the complete collection!), BUT I did go to elementary school, middle school, and high school with him. I'm smarter, I swear. (Plus, employers, i'm super nice, outgoing, a hard worker and a quick learner).

anyway, just letting out a little frustration. I have a phone interview tomorrow at 3:30, perhaps it will work out for me.

Luck please <3