I’ve often thought that those first few months of college can be like the first few months after a new baby is born. The time spent equally as enchanted by this new life as it is tormented by doubts and insecurities and the nagging fear that “this was a terrible mistake.”
I moved to college in 1984. Two cars loaded with a footlocker of completely inadequate clothes, a cardboard box of towels and sheets, my electric typewriter, my collection of Broadway cast recordings, a turntable, a Shak...
Published on September 21, 2017 06:03