Every year, there is a mother-daughter luncheon. It is always at a posh restaurant. Everyone dresses up. It is a bit of daytime glamour. And past alumni are invited back to make speeches.
They’re living their best lives. “Old Girls” who have now become doctors, lawyers, scientists, politicians — Australian versions of Hilary Clinton. (And… one year, an Australian pop star, yes…)
They are inspiring. They are President Barbie.
It is the greatest honour to be invited back to make that speech.
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You’re not “special” if you simply marry a rich man.
99.99999999999% of the alumni have already done that.
You’re a Woman, running as fast as a Man, if you come back to make those speeches.
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LOL — I haven’t been invited back to make any speeches. I haven’t done anything with my life.
I haven’t even shown up to any reunions because I don’t feel “proud” of anything that I’ve done up to this point.
…
PhD one day?
A life long goal for me…?
I’m not sure… it’s a bit of Ego if that is the only reason.
So, I don’t hold onto it.
I don’t feel like, I can’t go on if I’m not invited back to make a speech.
It’s not in the foreground at all… (WHY am I thinking about it suddenly, today of all days?!)
I guess… it’s more sentimental and validating than winning, say, an Oscars, or a Grammy, or any other awards in this world.
It just doesn’t mean anything.
But if I’m invited back to the Mother-Daughter Luncheon to make a speech? To inspire all those little girls?
My heart… will feel like it’s a full circle moment. It will feel very fulfilling.
It will feel like giving back.
Because, I was a scholarship student.
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