A couple of days ago, I had dinner with a friend of 15 plus years. She has been reading the stories written by our miss Murdo Girl. She made the comment that she really didn’t recall that much about her growing up years. She said, “Mom gave us some paper dolls and said go play.” I’m curious about this. How many memories of growing up do most people have?
When I have to take a test, I love multiple choice, or true or false questions. Even if you don’t know a thing, you can still get lucky.
We actually have a guidance counselor now. He is trying to help us figure out our strengths and weaknesses in terms of choosing a career. When I met with him, we went over all my grades and he had few ideas for me. He suggested I would excel at being an airline stewardess. I really like the idea of travelling and all that, but I’m not sure I’m cut out to fly the friendly skies for a living.
I also have no desire to work on a cruise ship. The vastness of all that water to drown in, doesn’t appeal to me at all. I can’t think of one single way to flourish in a career that involves travel. I guess I could be a bus driver; assuming I’ll get better at turning. (That’s a reference to yesterday’s paper.)
Next time I visit with the guidance counselor, I’ll ask him if he knows anyone who has been hypnotized to overcome their fears of flying and cruising. If that’s not a possibility, we’re going to have to pursue another train of thought. Oh..now that’s an idea! I could travel by train!
Anyway, we’re all going to Pierre next week to take the ACT test. The results are supposed to give a pretty good indication of what professions we have an aptitude for. Also, the higher the score the better chance you have of getting into a good college.
In the meantime, we’re taking the “Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow” test. The one that scores the highest gets a pin on awards night.
The beauty of these tests, is there is no way to really study for them. We went to a one day seminar, that suggested ways to bone up for the ACT and SAT tests, but that won’t help us increase our scores that much. I’m sure sometime in the future there will be more and better ways to prepare, but right now that’s really all there is.
Mom came home from her Saturday morning coffee at Mack’s Cafe with interesting news. I’m Miss Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow! What a shock! I don’t know how to cook or anything. Well, that isn’t true. I learned how to make a mean bed cleaning all those motel rooms. I doubt that I’ll ever be a good cook. It seems really difficult to me. You have to know how to get everything done at the same time. Let’s say you’re making pork chops, potatoes and gravy, and corn on the cob. It can’t be that easy to get everything cooked and ready to eat at the same time.
They might teach that sort of thing in home economics. MHS doesn’t offer that class.We went to a basketball game in Martin, and at half time, their cheerleaders took us to see the home economics room. It was like a whole house. It had a huge kitchen and everything.
Anyway, the Betty Crocker test had a lot of questions about sewing and first aid. You all remember my attempts to learn how to sew. It’s a good thing there wasn’t any questions about how to make a dress without sewing the sleeves in backwards. As far as first aid goes, I left my poor little Grandma alone with a wound that was bleeding profusely. Instead of watching over her, I jumped in the car with Grandpa to go find Doctor Murphy.
The only reason I am Miss Betty Crocker Homemaker of tomorrow, is that I’m proficient at eeny, meeny, miney, moe.
When Dad heard about me being Miss Betty Crocker Homemaker of Tomorrow, he said, “Well, I’m not surprised, because she’s always going to do everything, including clean her room, tomorrow.”
Today is Monday, and I guess my luck is still holding out. The Guidance Counselor called me in to go over the results of my ACT test. He has changed his mind about my career in travel. He asked me if I had ever considered being pharmacist.
I know you must think I’m lying, but I swear on a stack of Bibles, this is all true, and I’m not taking bit of credit for it. When you only have a certain amount of time, true or false is much faster than multiple choice. Another stroke of luck!
Well, my guidance Councilor and I never did come up with the career choice of my future. I’m sure he’s still out there somewhere scratching his head over that one.
You know, now that I think about it, the summer before my Junior year, Mom called me to the phone. Apparently, our Superintendent, Mr. Haugland was going over all the classes everyone had signed up to take the next school year.
He said, “Mary, you signed up for bookkeeping. I am just letting you know that I’m changing that to chemistry.”
I got through Chemistry with B’s and some C’s. I hated every minute of it, but Mr. Haugland was probably right. I’m sure I’ve learned everything I need to know about bookkeeping from my Mom. All those years spent renting rooms at the Chalet Motel have surely given me all I need to know about keeping one or two sets of books.
This I learned from Mom, a woman who failed Algebra in High School.
So..If in the future, if you need a cake baked, or a prescription filled… I’m your girl.