ariawashere
Jan 1, 2012
Undergraduate / 'No hun, but Aria' - Eugene Lang New School: a time when you were in the minority [7]
Living in a household where none of my parents have obtained higher than an Associate's Degree has taught me one thing: my parents know nothing about the college application process. During my senior year, my mother encouraged me to go to a community college to save money and she believed that financial aid profiles were some sort of slick scam. After my eighteenth birthday in October of that year, I decided to assuage her fears by applying at Macy's and saving money for college expenses. A week after my eighteenth birthday I had an interview and was hired on the spot.
My first day of work was the day after Thanksgiving-or "Black Friday"-and I worked ten hours. I threw on my replenishment apron and met my team in the men's department. As soon as I got there a woman in her forties called me "hun" and asked me if it was my first day. Soon after, I heard a group of twenty-somethings talking about drinking on Thanksgiving. Later that day I would discover that my co-workers were anywhere between twenty and sixty-five. I was the youngest of the entire group which led my superiors to address me by a sickeningly cutesy name as "sweetie". I had to fight to earn respect, even if that meant getting lost a few times, calling for help or surreptitiously standing on my tiptoes. By the end of my seasonal position, no one called me "hun"; instead they called me "Aria".
What do you think? Application is due on January 15th.
Living in a household where none of my parents have obtained higher than an Associate's Degree has taught me one thing: my parents know nothing about the college application process. During my senior year, my mother encouraged me to go to a community college to save money and she believed that financial aid profiles were some sort of slick scam. After my eighteenth birthday in October of that year, I decided to assuage her fears by applying at Macy's and saving money for college expenses. A week after my eighteenth birthday I had an interview and was hired on the spot.
My first day of work was the day after Thanksgiving-or "Black Friday"-and I worked ten hours. I threw on my replenishment apron and met my team in the men's department. As soon as I got there a woman in her forties called me "hun" and asked me if it was my first day. Soon after, I heard a group of twenty-somethings talking about drinking on Thanksgiving. Later that day I would discover that my co-workers were anywhere between twenty and sixty-five. I was the youngest of the entire group which led my superiors to address me by a sickeningly cutesy name as "sweetie". I had to fight to earn respect, even if that meant getting lost a few times, calling for help or surreptitiously standing on my tiptoes. By the end of my seasonal position, no one called me "hun"; instead they called me "Aria".
What do you think? Application is due on January 15th.