So, once again I have decided to tackle the exam that has defeated me 3 times prior...the Series 7. What made me decide to take the test again? I have no idea. I was sitting in our staff meeting minding my own business when Anita asked each of us if we had anything to discuss. And, almost as if I was taken outside of my body and watching from above, I witnessed myself say "yes”, blurting out that I thought I would be a more productive member of the staff if I was registered. In the registered capacity I would be able to assist Anita with those tasks that I cannot now perform. What they are exactly I don’t know, but I’m sure there are a whole bunch of things that I can do. Anita is quite bogged down at the moment.
Well, now that the subject was raised I had to elaborate. I asked if it was feasible for me, at the advanced age of 59 and three-quarters, to begin studying and to take the test again. Everyone was in agreement that I should try it and “what would I have to lose”…certainly not my job; that dreaded outcome, if having failed, only applies to those who are in the trainee program to become financial advisors.
Immediately upon returning to our designated places of workship, Anita proceeded to set me up. I’ll be studying all summer. I’m kind of excited about it. I’m getting new books and everything.
The character's names, their personalities and the events written about in this blog are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended.
About Me
- Christine Young
- PA, United States
- I'm a dreamer and my mind sometimes wanders. I day dream when I'm bored, mostly -- or when another soul tests my patience. I can turn on this dream world like a faucet when I'm thirsty. It's my way of taking control. I imagine ways of making alliances out of adversaries; ways of solving the world's problems; ways of shedding light on a situation at hand so that it can be seen more clearly. I do not debate subjects because I would not win. I am well acquainted with my weaknesses. My power seems to be in my pen. The thoughts in my head that have been provoked by circumstance I cannot always voice clearly -- though they may show in my countenance. But I can write them well. If I write it all down and they read it, then they will know the sum of my thoughts. They will see the sunshine I have created. They will feel the rain produced by my tears. They will taste my wine and they will hear the child in my heart sing. And, if I write it well enough, they will reach out and touch me; and they will know that being here is a privilege not to be taken lightly.
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