Memoirs...

Recently my friend Kristin told me I should write my memoirs. This was spurred by a conversation where I must have shared a lot of weird stories. I feel like most people probably have weirder stories than I do, but since my co-worker Michael is pressuring me to blog more and I really do not know what the point of blogging is/what I am supposed to blog about, I will take on Kristin's challenge and start sharing weird stories that are appropriate for the internet. So that might not be many. Anyway, here is one that came up recently...

My first year in law school I made a goal to not spend any money because I was so broke. Well, the following week there was a law school auction to raise money for something and I attended and did not bid on anything. Then there was this live auction for golfing with the dean!!! I loved the dean and everyone knew that I loved the dean and was vocally encouraging me to bid. There were 300 people in this moot court room and so I bid once and all of my friends screamed and it was exciting but obviously I could not bid anymore because I had my goal.

Well, after I bid some guy across the room that I had never seen yelled across this room filled with 300 PEOPLE "why are you bidding on this? you are a girl and can't even golf." This sexism really boiled my blood. So I continued to bid and I might be a girl but at least I could cough up $80 for a golfing trip with the dean. And so I won, accompanied by a screaming crowd.

The problem is that, let's be honest, I DON'T know how to golf! This has nothing to do with my gender but is just a personal preference.... Meanwhile, I had gone straight from the dramatic auction to meet with my favorite ever writing T.A. who had asked if they had already auctioned off the golfing with the dean because he had wanted to buy it. I told him they had.

For months literally I would be sitting around feeling happy about life and then I would remember that I had to go golfing with the dean and I would get stressed. The dean loved me but would soon hate me when I was the slowest/worst golfer of all time.

Then I had a brilliant idea: give the golfing to my favorite T.A. ever!! So I did and told my friends who all pitched in because they also loved our writing T.A. He was excited, I got money, that guy realized that it is wrong to be sexist, and life was happy. Until the dean emailed me and said "Rachel, I really wanted to go golfing with you. You can still come..." I declined.

Then one day my friend was talking to the dean and told him how I only bid on the golfing because some guy was being sexist. The dean respected my decision.

The End