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Update on my afternoon. Harvard interview. Sweet 23-year-old black… - I hold your Eastern promise close to my heart

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Update on my afternoon.

Harvard interview. Sweet 23-year-old black girl (I hate saying that racist term, but she was caribbean-american, not african american), alum of '04.

Defined "shoo-in" as "someone with, you know, educational backgrounds and achievements as amazing as yours."


So it went very well.

BEAUTY PAGEANT questions and even worse answers on my part...

Then went job hunting, since I was in my good heels and my hair was done. I really think Sigrid Olsen's going to work out. Right across from where I used to work, J.Jill. Awkwardo is that the week I started working at J.Jill, the managers and half the staff at J.Jill went to work at Sigrid Olsen, so there was something of tension between the two stores... So if I work there after not even applying at J.Jill, oooh.. not that I ever did, but can't plan on shopping at J.Jill now...

Also applied at Coach, which is where I'm REALLY hoping things will work out. I need to get accustomed to the whole snobby-people-in-black-suits atmosphere. Considering I walked in wearing a black suit...

Today's lyrics come from Johnny Cash. This would SO be my ANTHEM, but unfortunately, it's not "Woman in Black."

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
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