From this day forward, you may call me “Master Zo.”
I’ve always secretly wanted to be from the South. Ok, maybe not always, but at least since Freshman year of college when I got really, really into Friday Night Lights (Tim Riggins? SWOON.) and decided life in Texas looked a whole lot better than what I was used to in the North East.
I’m a month and a half away from graduating from grad school.
Which means that I have survived a full year at Columbia School of Journalism (I tried to quit three times in the first month and cried during a photography class) and in 44 days will have a master’s degree (is this some kind of sick joke?).
Forgive me readers for I have sinned — it’s been three months since my last confession.
Little known fact about me: I have a tattoo.