Via Anita ” FYI. This guys does a perfect summary on how I feel about these idiots crying in their soup. My late father, Theodore Henderson had been a WWII DI before shipping out to the Pacific. Trust me, it's a challenge being raised by a DI!! Dad's favorite mantra was “No excuses!”. With a father like that, it was inevitable that I developed a dislike of excuse making folks especially if it were me lol! I also recall a story from college. I received a 91 on my first exam in biochemistry and was thrilled. The second test, I received a 33. The professor who was a good professor became a bad teacher by being disturbed she didn't achieve her perfect bell curve with the first test results. Now folks, I went to Wellesley where no one was a slouch.
She made the test so hard, she flunked 60% of the class. When I got my results, I started to cry, thinking my chance of becoming a physician impossible to achieve. I called home and Dad…not Mom picked up the phone. I was crying uncontrollably: ” I flunked by biochem exam, I'll never go to medical school. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! This lasted about 15 seconds before Dad responded: “YOU SLACKED UP, YOU STOPPED APPLYING YOURSELF! YOU BETTER STOP BAWLING, BAWLING'S NOT GOING TO GET YOU ANYWHERE. YOU BETTER SETTLE DOWN, BUCKLE DOWN AND STUDY.”!!!!!!
Talk about stunned, I called looking for sympathy but got a swift kick in the rear. He was right. My histrionics weren't going to change anything and I did what he told me. I was so scared, I studied like crazy and got a B+ out of the final. These folks need to pull themselves together, relax, have a beer or wine and start studying again. The sky won't fall in and they will still be able to get their latte mochas when they want. In fact, they may start to realize things will get better with Trump ”