Damn. Just last month when I was busy playing "I’m a writer!" was when I should have instead been stuffing those envelopes with applications for the Fall semester. I can possibly still get into Central, but I’ve got to spend some time looking over what’s the course of study I would consider. I don’t think there’s even anything at Tunxis available that I should take–the couple of possibilities I was hot on don’t seem to be offered for that semester.
The worst part of it all is that it took great courage to start all this four years ago, and if I’m away from it for a whole year I strongly doubt that I’ll be able to muster the gumption again to do it then. (And btw, it wasn’t courage, it was a friend from Massachusetts who came down specifically to force me into attending the orientation session.)
What if she’s gone or dead next year?
What if I am?
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