the story of grad school will later be told like this:
i was scared and did it anyway.
and whatever cosmic force is in control, she was who led me here.
leaving crumbs for me to follow.
as she barreled through the forest ahead, tagging the trees
i am not here by accident.
i dont know if what comes next is a clearing or a valley or a wall or a river or a storm.
but the forest is particularly dense right now.
and what i've learned, from the forces, from the teachers, from the guides who mark the way,
is to pause.
what an opportunity, i've learned to say.
anymore, it only sounds a little bit like sarcasm.