Redemption.
This is for the time in 6th grade when a boy told me that I was ugly. This is for those
8th grade dances where they would start the slow-dance music and I would wander around and act as if I didn't care that
nobody asked me to dance. For being the token
nerd at a stuck-up
prep school in a
herd of well-meaning
ice-blonde Vandy-applying wannabe-model '
friends'. For being ridiculed for holding a lifetime membership to the
Chess Club of Pittsburgh, USCF be damned.
On to the story: a few days ago I got a call back from a woman I talked to a
long, long time ago, who, when she last tried to rope me in, said that I
walked funny. So she called my old number, got forwarded to my new one, and told me that they needed an
Asian woman for Nike's new national
advertising campaign (print ads, no walking). $1,000 per day of shooting, which should help with the tuition.
Thus being appropriately
random. I'm not sure if i'm going to actually get it, I still have to go see the
casting director one more time.
So this is redemption for all the people who say that women rowers are
manly, this is for the
TRRA coach who told me that I was
too skinny to row, the other coach who told me I was too
top heavy to
cox, this is for the 35,000 calories I
erged and ran and
starved off in the interest of a
really fast boat. This is for everybody who believes that
applied mathematicians can never be conventionally good-looking, and all of those bitter people who believe that
pretty girls are always going to be
idiots.
People have said a great deal about the sentiment I'm trying to convey, but this time it's
quantified, backed up in
cold, hard
cash. This is throwing the 'you're-not-good-enough' pop culture back in its own
face.
It's not really as important as acing these
finals or as winning
Royal Henleys or finishing that interminable
finite element bible in time for my thesis. But nonetheless, it's sweet,
sweet, revenge.