Wednesday, September 29, 2010 | Labels: Miz-zou
Bleu's sliders, but I think Dad's may win. Holy moly, were those sliders good. He served them with a chipotle mustard and they were just incredible. As Andrea said, "On a scale of 1 to 10, they would be an 11."
Tuesday, September 28, 2010 |
The rain let up a little bit as the race was about to begin. By the size of the crowd, you would have thought it was a perfect, 70 degree, sunny day. As with most races, the hardcore runners led the way, many of whom were about done by the time the walkers began. The majority of the crowd was about halfway through the race when the downpour began. Not the best conditions for a race, but the participants wouldn't let a little water stop their mission.
Monday, September 27, 2010 |
Friday, September 24, 2010 | Labels: LoveLoss
I've always been so proud to have such successful parents. I loved telling people that my Dad was our middle school principal (even though I usually told people while rolling my eyes and groaning) or that my mom was the first national board certified teacher in the state of Missouri. But I was so tired of being in their shadow, I was always referred to as Dr. Steffes' daughter or Mrs. Steffes' daughter. I'm pretty sure a lot of my classmates and teachers didn't even know my first name. Many of them called me Stephanie (because they couldn't think of Ashley and my last name is strikingly similar to Stephanie...but can you imagine what cruel parents would name their child Stephanie Steffes?) Anyway, Stephens College was my chance to be just "Ashley" and graduation represented my impending independence.
More precisely, this red graduation gown represented my impending independence. I was one of the first students to pick up her graduation paraphernalia, I tried it on with the new dress I had purchased and probably even brought it with me to pick out shoes to wear in order to make sure they looked great with both my dress and my graduation gown. I practiced different ways to wear my cap...forward covering the forehead? slightly backward highlighting the face? cocked to the side with some attitude? I made certain that the white collar (which I think most people throw out) was pinned perfectly to the graduation gown so it wouldn't be crooked in the pictures. I was really proud to have two tassels, one for graduating in '04 and one for honors society. I was also excited about having a pink rope for choir. I thought it was cool that what I wore represented my value for education (the gown itself, the honors society tassel, the cap) my love for music (the pink rope) and my passion for fashion (the really fabulous heels I chose!)
That was over six years ago, and in May of 2011 I'll be graduating again. This time with my PhD in Textiles and Apparel Management. I'm no longer known as The Steffes' daughter, in fact, most of my professors, friends, and acquaintances only know me as Ashley or Mrs. Hasty. I cried the day I realized I would never be referred to as "Dr. Steffes" something I had dreamed of since the day my dad got his doctorate. I wanted so desperately to be separated from my parents and their success only to find myself six years later following in their footsteps and longing to live up to their legacy.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010 | Labels: Miz-zou
Tuesday, September 21, 2010 |