Latest update: March 29th, 2012
I didn’t give it much thought when she walked me to the building, said goodbye AND told me she’d see me at the next class session. I did go to my 2nd class that day without much further thought.
On the way home I stopped at 7-11 to buy a soda (a bad habit that stuck with me for my entire undergraduate career) and bought a pastrami sandwich at a local deli to celebrate my accomplishment (I did forget to tell them to hold the mustard on the sandwich, so when I opened it en-route, I just threw it out). My father had left the return trip from school up to me, and I really didn’t know the best bus route to take. I ended up walking about two or three miles to a bus route I knew and rode home.
It was an unseasonably warm day, especially for Chicago in January, and my mother was outside talking to a friend when I walked up the block. She looked at me and mentioned that it appeared that I had survived. I didn’t discuss any of the day’s drama with her, and I elected to go to my room and take a long nap.
I had survived that day and realized I couldn’t back out, but how could I make sense of all of the weird things I was seeing happen all around me?
Chaim Shapiro, M.Ed is a social media consultant and a freelance writer currently working on a book about his collegiate experience. He welcomes comments and feedback at firstname.lastname@example.org or on his website: http://chaimshapiro.com/
About the Author: Chaim Shapiro, M.Ed is a freelance writer, public speaker and social media consultant. He is currently working on a book about his collegiate experience. He welcomes comments and feedback at email@example.com or on his website: http://chaimshapiro.com/
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