Back from the dead, I began commuting back and forth to school. It was long, and difficult. I had my problems — mainly with getting to class on time. But I became better at managing my time. I worked two jobs, and never fell behind on papers. Even if I didn’t get through my reading, I would make sure that the assignments were complete. I participated in class, and I started to build a reputation as someone who belonged in the program.
My struggles in other classes (archaeology, French, Italian) were blips, because I had become singularly focused on my writing and reading. I worked hard to treat school like a job (or rather, training for a job) and when I had finally managed to graduate, I felt like I had really learned something. A set of skills that would prove invaluable in my lifetime.
I had tied up my loose ends, and left Stony Brook ready to face the real world…
- Writer’s Eye: Death of the Butterflies