This is the year. When I think back on my life, this will surely be the turning point, the moment on which everything pivots. Sometime in 2010, somewhere around July, my decent into the bourgeois reached completion: I am no longer the sort of person who cleans her own house ( Read more... )

I'm one of those people who always said they treated school like a full-time job. I was wrong. Or at least, I was willfully forgetting that school is nothing at all like any job I've ever had. School is a job with flexible hours, known deadlines, and no surprises. If I am tired of school, I can walk away in the middle of the afternoon and disappear ( Read more... )