So, I figure that if I am going to have a blog, a blog which is an open forum for public humiliation... I might as well admit that I was the leader of my Future Problem Solvers group back in grade school.
We humbly referred to ourselves as FPS, and we took on broad scheming issues like (and I remember the process of trying to solve this one vividly) "How to get power lines to Antarctica". As a fifth grader this was a daunting task-- a carnival for the imagination. We began to dream of how we could involve dolphins or penguins... how we could travel with sleds and packs of dogs... use spaceships and submarines. We were there. I imagined myself in a fur hooded parka as I sat in my 5th grade classroom. My fellow FPSers and I wrote feverishly-- we brainstormed-- we crafted a plan. Nothing was impossible. This was at a time in my life when I thought I could be an astronaut or the first woman president.
It seems Hillary has beaten me to the summit on that one.
Where has all my sparkly optimism gone? I'm still convinced I will be a part of a rescue mission that involves me catching a ride on a dolphin... but when did I stop believing I could be president or a rocket scientist?
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