I’ve always believed I had excellent karma. I always donate change to the Salvation Army at Christmas and everyone knows that I’ll buy anything with a pink breast cancer ribbon on it. I’m not openly mean to anyone and I don’t litter. So in the grand scheme of things, I like to thing I’m doing okay for myself.
A few months ago I received a text message from a boy I thought I was in love with. He had not only moved on, but he had moved on with a girl from my tiny high school. I don’t think I need to mention how not friends she and I are.
I was crushed. Mortified. And all too tempted to see out his shiny black SUV and key not nice things into it. I ignored everything I was hearing from back home that she had said about me and moved on. On a campus of roughly 25,000 people, I didn’t think ignoring her would be that much of an issue.
I was proud of myself for the stoicism I was exhibiting. Although I let my fear of being arrested keep me from actually keying his car or bitch-slapping her, I still like to think that my nonretaliation had some sort of positive influence on my life. I never cried about it and when I told my mother about my resistance to vandalizing their belongings, she smiled and said, “Just remember karma.”
I expected karma to come back to them. Maybe they would end up pregnant or contract an STD. I didn’t really care what, I just wanted them to get what was coming to them. I forgot that karma works both ways.
About a week ago, I got an idea for a yearbook feature of Whitney Hand. However, in talks with a few different editors, I decided that my idea to feature one player could easily be expanded to an entire opening athletic package. I honed my idea, thought out every kink until I had devised a plan. Then I went to my content editor.
Katie loved the idea. She made a few suggestions and said she would talk to the managing editor, Nicole.
On Friday morning, I arrived at the yearbook office for my desk hours. I think I had been sitting for all of three minutes when Katie asked me if I wanted to pitch my idea for the package. Nervously, I stood, took a shaky breath and explained my idea in detail to the table full of features editors. They loved it too.
Writing the opening athletic package is a big BIG deal and a new staff member doing it is even bigger. And that’s would have been enough for me.
There’s a lot more going on now, that I don’t want to say too much about because I’m very superstitious and don’t want to jinx anything. But as soon as I know and can say more about it, I will for sure let my dear readers know. All three of you.
