[Editor: A very good friend of mine has recently started his first year of graduate school in a very good anthropology program. He asked if he could share his story on my blog and, despite the fact that I know he is a crass writer, I decided to oblige him. Let me disclaim two things: (1) His writing is usually much better than this; he must have been drunk. (2) These are not my opinions or statements. Without further ado, J. Anonymous' blogging debut:]
This story does not start with some memorable one liner like “All this
happened, more or less” from Slaughterhouse-Five or “It was a pleasure to burn”
from Fahrenheit 451, this story starts with my humble beginnings on a side
street on the West Side of Cleveland and takes me to where I am today: reading
a plethora of books to prepare for Graduate School in the Fall. Me, yes me,
Graduate School.
