I got to see how the other half live today.
Phyllis, a very sweet woman I went to school with, invited Joanna and myself to ‘dine’ with her at her Country Club.
Wow. It was incredible.
The people there just oozed money. OOZED. Golf pros. Tennis pros. Gigantic swimming pool. Huge restaurant and patio.
And there is Angela, trying hard not to look like the hick she is. Excuse me? Are my overalls showing?
The lunch was lovely. Baby green salad with raspberry dressing, avocado and nectarines. Yuh Me. Dessert? Fresh berries. I’m no longer hungry, but my mouth is watering.
I’m not sure if any of you have ever been to a country club, but there is no money. That is, you don’t pay for your meals/drinks/whatever there. No cash register. No bank machines. It’s all done on ‘tab’. As in: Oh, just put it on my tab.
I felt so dumb. Here I am, waving my Visa at our waitress.
Anyhow, Phyllis treated. So nice of her.
I received a letter today concerning my diploma. Since my graduation was a week before my wedding, and the thought of spending hours in a sweltering auditorium didn’t really appeal to me, I never bothered to pick up that useless piece of paper.
Apparently, UofT only holds them for two years before they get rid of them, and would I please come to pick it up?
I suppose I will. After all, it’s the only thing I have to show for the FORTY THOUSAND DOLLARS I spent on that useless degree. I might as well have it framed and put up on my wall. Maybe it’ll give me more credibility.
I am going to have to have my name changed on it though. I was a lowely, lowely Smith before, and now I am a proud ROBERGE, (shout it from the rooftops! Halle-freakin-lujah!). It will, of course, cost me $51.00 to have it changed over. The University screwed me for money the four years I was there, and they’re continuing to screw me for money two years later.
Why didn’t I go to college?