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Crying at my desk

In between my vacation and the holiday tomorrow I remembered this morning to check for new applications for our summer program for high school students. Since they’re nominated by their schools, the teachers make the final call, but we do phone interviews anyway. In order to give us something to ask/talk about in the interviews, we ask in the application about what kinds of volunteering and after-school activities they do, work experience, and stuff like, “tell us about a time you overcame an obstacle.” It’s usually pretty predictable. They do chores, sometimes have summer jobs, do sports or music or church activities. They once worked really hard to bring up a grade.

This is the first time I’ve cried reading one. I don’t want to copy it, but I’m just so sad for her and hope things get better. She just talks about how fat she is, the vile things other kids say to her. How she struggles with acceptance. And how much she thinks that no one should be treated that way and how she wants to change it. I don’t know why, I don’t have a history like that, though like most I was picked on for other things in high school, but that just fucking broke me. Now I’m sitting in my home office crying. Happy New Year?


This is going to be a tricky phone interview, I can see that right now.

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