A rainy wave from Mile Marker 13,898...
I get home from work exhausted, just as the rain begins.
I drop my lunchbag in the kitchen, my backpack on the dining room chair.
I limp into the bedroom. Contemplate lowering the shades. The sky is dark already. Can the neighbors see in? But I'm too tired even to make that decision...
Hello from Mile 13,890 at Jefferson University!
After sharing my story with these wonderful first-year medical students, the unexpected happened.
I almost fell.
Almost -- because a quick-thinking young woman in a brand-new white coat stepped in and caught me...
The desire to capture a moment in time has always been part of my nature...
So began my college essay, typed on a typewriter, back when there was no such thing as a Universal App, only blanks to fill in on dozens of pages, carefully unstapled and imperfectly aligned under the paper bail.
(I looked it up -- that's the name of that silver roller bar!)
My dad photocopied the applications at his office so I could do rough drafts. Because once you started typing, the pressure was on. There was no going back.
Greetings from 1987, where everything was analog...
