My dad always says that one of the things he admires most about me is my never-give-up spirit.
It's true. I have a never-give-up spirit. And high spirits. And low spirits. And The Spirit. Any way you look at it, I am spirited.
I guess the real word is attitude. He's seen me fall flat on my face so many times, yet I always get "back in the saddle" time and again until I get the thing right.
Saying this is very sweet of my dad. I appreciate it a lot. I think it's true too.
But let's move back a step or two. Maybe even ten steps.
It also means that I have vast amounts of experience at failing. Vast, like the ocean or sky or [insert really big nature thing here]. (See? Sometimes I fail at making similes and metaphors. FAIL.)
It probably all started when I was little. And then I got older. And older. Finally, I arrived at junior high. Cue sinister music.
Little known fact: In the seventh grade, I was failing/getting Ds in the majority of my classes. My parents, quite the cunning team, figured out that the best medicine was and is humiliation. Mom and Dad dutifully set up parent-teacher-and-failing-student conferences (wow that was a lot of hyphens). I was so humiliated by the whole experience that I decided to stop failing. And I did. Look at the geek I am today if you want proof.
What's the point of this post?
My parents decided it was time for me to enter the pristine and glowing halls of adulthood, and by adulthood I mean the pristine and glowing halls of having a credit score. And even though I'm 24, have lived on my own for six years, including in a foreign country, and have gained quite a bit of wisdom and cunning of my own throughout my life, somehow they managed to trick me into buying a car.
It's a funny story. Ask me about it sometime. :)
