A Zone of Support

HowlRound: Graduate school was intense. I moved three times in four years. At least twice, someone yelled the n-word at me as I walked to (or near) campus. I was broke. While my friends from college were gainfully employed and taking lavish vacations, I was strategizing how to get the most food from fast food “dollar menus.” There were bleak moments. Nevertheless, I mostly enjoyed being a graduate student. A decade later, I look back upon those years with fondness and think, “I’d do it all again.”