Some Kind Of Wonderful

College me, being college-y (the Hornitos tequila is somewhere in there, I guarantee you)

When I applied to college, I obviously agonized over the application essay. I thought of writing about my grandfather, a Communist organizer during the McCarthy period whom I hadn’t ever really understood, and who had recently died. I thought of writing about teaching English to kids in Costa Rica, and what it feels like to fall in love with a place and its people and its language. I thought of writi...