The Dino Daily

I am absolutely petrified that, in a few short months, I will come home to a bag of mail. 

As I open up these letters, finely embossed with logos that only an $80 application could buy, I see only one thing: no, sorry, no. 

Where will I be? Who will I be?

All of the work I’ve done that is ostensibly appealing to higher education institutions has been, in large part, for me. But for me also means for my own development: educationally, professionally, personally. 

Ultimately, I just don’t want to have my dreams crushed.