Yes, that's a picture of me.
Oh, I can't fool you anymore.
NOT really me. But, if I were the Queen, that's probably the position paparazzi would find me in.
So you're probably wondering, how is it that I've become so delusional, that I now see myself as the Queen of England.
I found out today, that this was not only a possibility, but an all out likelihood.
Mr. Cruisin sent me an email today with a link, detailing the SAT scores and grades for a few of our Presidential contenders (as well as one winner).
The results (assuming this is real, which we will for the sake of me having something to blog about) were quite shocking.
While the SAT scores were nothing to write home about, their grades were even worse.
Bush, Gore, Kerry all getting B's, C's, and D's in various courses, including government. And, yet, they all went on to be of high political stature.
Quite interesting, don't you think? Well, not exactly a shocker when it comes to our beloved President.
But, it started me thinking. I could have been president. I could have been Queen. WHY, I COULD HAVE BEEN KING.
I quickly wrote an email back to Mr. Cruisin, saying:
"Hey, Mr. Cruisin...according to this, I could have been president, or perhaps King of the World".
And you know what that man wrote back?...
"Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of the entire universe".
Isn't that sweet? He sees me as King of the Universe!
But that started me thinking...how did he mean that?
Was he saying I'm so special and incredible, that I could actually be King of the Universe?
Or was it possible that he was saying:
"Yeah, yeah, old big mouth...always think you're right, never wrong, controlling everyone and everything that crosses your path."
Whoa!...I opt for the former.
Now, the reason all of this got me thinking, is because I remember my SAT scores. Actually it's something I've tried to forget my entire life. They were not something to write home about.
As a matter of fact, I didnt' even tell my husband what they were until we had been married for two years, I was in the will, pregnant, and feeling like, "okay, this guy isn't gonna dump me now...too much on the line".
But the very thing that drove me underground, to never speak of again, I now come to find out, could have gotten me to the highest office in the land.
So what's the lesson learned here? It seems that all of the pushing and stress we put on our kids, the SAT courses starting at the age of 12, prep courses, algebra 2 in the 8th grade, etc., etc. all adds up to one thing...
Undo PRESSURE...and for what? Maybe we just need to let the SAT and grade "chips" fall where they may.
Who knows, you may be tucking in the next president of the United States tonight.