But something I noticed in my American Government class is a mostly guys. I don't know how that reflects for everyone studying poli sci, but my gut says that there aren't a whole lot of us ladies. But I totally get that. It's not interesting to a lot of people (sad day) and no one wants to draw the comparisons to Sarah Palin (dumb) or Hillary Clinton (soulless).
I think that my being a girl has a lot to do with how people react when I tell them my major. (Yes, a girl. The law says I'm a woman, but I still have a whole lot of growing up to do.) I've noticed that there are about six main reactions I get from people.
1. Fear -- Only seen in the eyes of weak men. "That sounds smart..."
2. Surprise-- People who don't know me well peg me as a music or English major."Oh, what made you want to choose that?"
3. Douchebaggery-- Jerks think that there is no way in this universe that I could snag the dream job--Governator.* "You know you're a woman, right?"
4. Camaraderie-- "Hey, me too! What's your emphasis?" (American Government)
5. Excitement -- The rarest. "I would totally vote for you!"
6. Some people are tactful enough to cover up what they're really thinking--probably #2 or #3. Either that or they just don't care. "Oh, that's cool."
*It's very unlikely, but you don't just bash someone's dream job like that!
To end, I'm changing the subject to this amazing picture. My youngest brother Noah was baptized on Saturday by my oldest (but still younger) brother Dallin. How neat is that?
I love you, Brooke!!! I love reading your blog!
ReplyDeleteI think it's wonderful that you are smart enough to have a major like political science. To be truthful, I would have run away from something that ambitious! Go for your dreams - and don't settle for less than you deserve! Love you tons and tons!
ReplyDeleteI would totally vote for you! You're smart and you have a conscience.
ReplyDeleteI totally remember when Dallin was born. You spent the morning and day at our house playing in the measuring cup drawer and reading books with Rachel. When your dad dropped you off, on the way to the hospital, you snuggled up on the couch with me and went back to sleep. Your dad called about 45 minutes later to say Dallin was born. And look at him (and you) now - all grown up (sniff sniff).