I stopped dyeing my hair to avoid the hassle. As an older college student, responses from teachers and younger classmates surprised me
A year ago, on my first day of graduate school, the lecture hall filled up around me – and I plotted revenge on the friend who’d persuaded me to enroll.
To cure a thousand days of malaise, loneliness and brain fog, she’d suggested I apply to Columbia’s journalism school. So there I was, back in New York after two years in California, armed with 13 books about words and writing, every item of clothing I owned that looked like something my teenage nephews would wear, plus dried persimmons, avocados and walnuts from local farmers markets, the thing I’d miss about LA.
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