Role Models

This week has been both a trying one and wonderful one simultaneously. With the new semester's classes beginning, I was excited to find out that a Women's Studies course I was interested in had availabilities left, but when I went to my advisor to see whether or not it would fit with my schedule, I was told that there were only openings for "special population" students. I think they mean athletes and such, but I believe this to be the definition of irony. I was also a bit disappointed because one of the required texts was Valencia, by Michelle Tea, which I'd read over Christmas break. I suppose that's what I get for trying to be lazy. Perhaps next semester, when I'll have no doubt forgotten what the book was about to start with.





Saturday, I visited a mentor of mine. I believe everyone should have at least one person who inspires them to do something; to be great. I am considerably fortunate, in that I have so many mentors and heroes. It is always such a breath of fresh air to be reminded of two important facts (which I am certain she didn't intend to convey):

1. WHAT you do is never as important as WHY you do it and HOW you do it.


2. There are no do-overs in life. Spending time as if it is truly the precious commodity it is may be the best way to have no regrets.

I've got a handful of talented and brilliant women who have shown me empowerment, pride, and responsibility. I am a privileged minority in that respect, as I know dozens of young women my age who never knew that feeling at the most important times. Perhaps it's the largest part of my character, this idealism, but I wish that for every woman.

I guess we never really know who's looking up to us.