I don't know what time the news broke that rich people got caught buying their kids' way into college, but whatever time it was is the moment when I entered into a blind rage. It's dumb, admittedly, because OF COURSE RICH PEOPLE BUY THEIR KIDS PRIVILEGE, EVEN IF IT'S AGAINST THE RULES. I knew that. Doesn't everybody know that?
ANYWAY.
While I could be focused on the waves of anger that come from working three jobs in high school, while going to school, in order to be able to pay for the privilege of taking a standardized test that basically decides the next several years of your life and later learning that people who didn't get a decent score bought their way higher on the lists and GAAAAAH. BLIND ANGER.
::Deep breaths::
Phew.
I could be focused on that and how standardized tests are one of the many ways the poor are kept poor, but instead let me tell you about the joy that is Mila. Oh, Mila. She must have known that I was pointlessly angry because she brought her "A" game to the kitchen table and was all I CAN BE MADDER THAN YOU JUST WATCH.
The kid is currently obsessed with LEGOs. It's a good sort of obsessed, other than the fact that I have stepped on LEGOs every night this week. She's building all sorts of things. The past 24 hours have been Robot o'Clock, which AWESOME. Let's build robots. Except, Mila wants to build the robot that she built yesterday, not the one she built today, and that's not where the blue block goes, that's its legs, why is the arm over here because that's not right and BLINDING RAGE. She wanted to build the EXACT robot that she built yesterday but nobody, including her, could remember the details of said robot.
Mila didn't know the details, but she was really very willing to scream and cry because THAT isn't right. Or that. OR that. OMG, WHY ARE YOU SO DUMB, MOM?
I wonder that all of the time. Obviously, I should have just worked a fourth job to bribe a college official. That would have made everything better!