Evaluation

I’m more than a sheet of paper.  But how do they know that when  they have nothing but said sheet a paper before them to judge you by?

Twenty five years of life, blood, sweat and tears reduced to several sentences is somehow supposed to be indicative of everything that I’m capable of?

How is that accurate?  How is that fair?

They have a formula of what is a good indication of success…  A cookie cutter formula that let a bunch of the exact same people in…

How boring.  How safe.  People get nowhere when they play it safe and that’s a fact.

I’m not a risk.  I’m more than those facts and figures in front of you.

But how would you ever know this if you don’t offer me the chance to prove that?   I’m not a risk, I’m a chance, and chance is synonymous with opportunity and endless possibilities.

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