Arrive late for my ballroom dance competition. My partner thinks I'm not showing up and left. Another girl in purple is stranded without a partner. I grab her and we tango and waltz. And win gold in both. What???
I tell my company in California that I want to work at a bank. "Sure," they say, and next thing I know I'm on my way to Nebraska. Barely a week in and I'm meeting Buffet, Michael Phelps, and dancing my way through Rodeos.
Princeton math is killing me. My worst grades are in math. My reaction? I decide to major in math and take 6 math classes the next semester. Worst fucking decision for GPA. But best fucking decision for character building.
Fighting for Princeton in a taekwondo tournament at Penn. The guy is big. I go in cocky and confident. He ends up breaking my arm.
Finish my Goldman interview. I've heard if the really like a candidate they tell them straight away. I get no call and am disappointed. A week later they call and tell me they like me so much that 3 different teams are fighting over me.
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