What the First Year of Grad School Felt Like: A Metaphorical Narrative (or the worst possible day)

[belong2you]

It’s springtime, all the trees are flowering and blooming, and six different colorful grasses populate the outdoor cat garden where lunch is being served. I’m wearing a skirt and my legs make direct contact with the maple hard wood chair I sit in at the outdoor table. The sunlight is too bright; it gives me a headache and I can barely open my

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[void22]

ireland truely is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.