When I was 19 years old, I sat in the second row of a class titled “Research in Disciplines: Identity.” I signed up for the class because it was mandatory in order to graduate. I chose the topic, “Identity,” because it seemed more interesting to me than the other option, “Urban Development.”
Read MoreIn the months leading up to my college graduation, I felt as if I were running towards a cliff unsure of what was waiting for me after the leap. My parents and teachers assured me that it was just water, that I might have to wade for a bit before I learned to swim but that the waves would catch me. So I lept and waded and found myself a few months after graduating with a job, a new place to live, and a few friends.
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