It’s true. In 1979, after coming from two years of being cut from the high school volleyball team (freshman and sophomore years) and sitting the bench on Junior Varsity for the ENTIRE season as a junior, as a senior I was San Diego most valuable player of the year and being scouted by UCLA, Utah State, UCSB (Santa Barbara), San Diego State University and Stanford. My Dad, who early on called volleyball a worthless ‘beach bum’ sport, took all the credit for me having been in his genepool. He was genuinely excited for me, but too little, too late. I recently called him on this fact. What was especially disturbing was his choice to date the volleyball coaches who had cut me two years in a row. But that’s life.
The day before yesterday, Friday, the New York Times published a tabloidy titled op-ed “College Admissions Shocker” about how for the upcoming class of 2020, “The Farm” as Stanford is affectionately referred to, admitted NO ONE. NOT A SOUL!
So now, their place as the most selected University of higher learning is cemented. Even tho we know my volleyballmanship was at the center of my acceptance and scholarship, I wrote a whopper of a college entrance exam. And this week, I’ll be retitling it.
Who knew back then I’d get bipolar disorder and eventually develop tardive dyskinesia, a neurological side effect of our latest and greatest mood stabilizers??????