Things That Don't Change in Two Years

At the beginning of every year, I begin to suspect that my acceptance to graduate school was a fluke, and I start wishing for some terrible, yet curable, disease that allows me to drop out without shame.

Eventually, I get workshopped, it isn't the end of the world, and I remember that UNCW is a supportive program, not a ruthless or competitive one.




But that hasn't happened yet, so if you don't see me, I'll be on WebMD searching my options.