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.
Last week, I got my first Christmas tree. Unlike the fake blue-and-white “Hanukkah bush” we had every year when I was growing up, this one’s a real, live pine tree (purchased lovingly on the corner of 2nd avenue) with glittery gold ornaments. It smells amazing.
Like me, my family loves attention. From the minute I got home on Wendesday night through the rest of the weekend, after every unfunny joke they told or mildly entertaining thing they did,they looked at me wide-eyed and immediately asked “ARE YOU GOING TO PUT THIS IN THE BLOG?!”