Michael,
I am typing with tears in my eyes. I congratulate you. I am so thrilled for you. I rejoice with you. I hate you. We still are writing two tuition checks each semester.
And what a fantastic job she's found! Of course you are proud. She owes it all to you.
This is the payoff for all those long, grueling hours you spent on the slopes honing your own techniques, the better to teach and help her as she learned to slalom and plow ( if those aren;t real ski terms, I'm not surprised). I know how you sacrificed long weekends abusing your body in freezing temperatures perfecting your skills just so you wouldn't shame her in front of her peers by running into a tree or something embarrassing like that. Oh wait.
You did do that.
sorry.
If you find in the next few months that you miss seeing your checkbook balance fall dramatically, if your money hangs heavy on your hands, I would be glad to transfer the monthly automatic electronic withdrawal to USC from our account to yours for a while. No- that's ok- don't get all teary-eyed on me now. I wouldn't mind, really. After all, that's what friends are for.
CW thrilled us by finishing a semester early- he graduates in Dec. Unfortunately, that expensive degree in computer science looks as if it won't be worth much in this market. So he has decided that graduate school might be nice. Equally unfortunate is the fact that most of the Rice CS graduating class are in a state of panic and finding the academic womb very attractive so the competition for grad school may be as bad as the job market.
Anyway, your daughter has achieved wonderful, wonderful things. A degree AND a job-- AND doing something she loves--that is cause for gloating.
So gloat away, you deserve it. A toast to the father of the graduate!
oh- ummm-- could you pick up the tab for the champagne, please? I'm a little short this semester. |
