Legally Brunette

I sat across from the assistant dean and listened to him without a reaction and patiently asked him to repeat himself again and again, writing it down each time. Yes, I prepared with the precise makeup, hair and outfit. Armed my phone with an image of my virgencity, I knew I was entering modern day battle in academia.

"For the fourth time...you are wasting your time, are you not understanding what I am saying?" To which I appropriately offered, "Maybe it is because I was an English Language Learner, but no, I don't understand what you are saying. Perhaps you can say it differently?" He raised his arms above his head and I was sure to zoom in on the perspiration rings that were pools under his arms- just long enough to make him uncomfortable, and smiled.

It was the 'no' answer I was not going to accept and only had a few hours on Friday to get him to agree to my conditions. I let him know, " I am positive we will come to an understanding that is mutually acceptable- you are here til 5:3o so we have 3hours to do it."

I did it in two hours. My basic presence was so disruptive to his bureaucratic bullshit that he had to acquiesce, just to get me out of his office. Everyone said it couldn't get done. I have never known a failure my will could not overcome.

From that point forward the next 48 hours celebrated with me. My community unkowingly alleviated and nurtured my resilience. From SF to LA I know I never go into battle alone. I have the love and support of my family and friends. Sin ustedes nada valiera la pena, gracias.