So I got a copy of my high school transcript. The good news is, according to Eunice Ahn, in the College Placement Office, I might be able to bypass junior college and head straight for university. The bad news: a 3.1 won't get me where it got me 30 years ago.
I am going to dig in and try harder.
Turns out, French was my toughest subject (if you judge by the grades I got); and I won't even tell you what I got in Advanced Algebra the 2nd semester of my senior year: I only told my small Robotics group that dirty little secret. Let's just say I'm lucky I graduated.
I also see that my PSAT scores look pretty average. (I'm going to chalk that up to a new scoring system and pretend that numbers like that, in 1979, really meant I was a National Merit Scholar. Only Eunice Ahn and I will know for sure, right? Just don't ask me to sign the Honor Code.)
Do girls today have a 3.1? And decent but not stellar SATs? I need to go see College Counseling and really look at my options. Maybe I can pull my SATs up a bit. I think my husband might know Stanley Kaplan.
I'm supposed to go to Harvard, blast it! Meanwhile, thank God for UCLA Extension.
Some kids are screeching outside my window: some dumb Halloween party. Don't they know I've got homework to do? Darned kids. When will they grow up? (Wait. I think those are my kids. Never mind.)
Maybe I should go watch a rerun of Gilligan's Island.
Gingerly,
Jaye
