I understand it’s that time in my life–and the lives of my colleagues–that we’re spazzing out, desperately panicking over the impending fall. In a time of year overflowing with back-to-school shopping, first graders wearing index cards with their names and addresses pinned to their shirts and parents warily examining 60-year-old dorm rooms, for the first time, we’re not involved.
Wait, I take that back. I’m not involved. Many of my dearest, closest friends are heading back to Bonaventure.
It makes me wonder if it’s because the Bona Bubble is so conducive to keeping people comfortable that they’re scurrying back to safety rather than exploring the unknown.
I think the call from Jason was the worst. Read the rest of this entry »
