PRELUDE
I'm getting envelopes in the mail full of announcements and assignments and frankly - they're making my head spin! Ahh! I just graduated from college two years ago, I got a real job, and I was finally starting to get comfortable in this "working" /"real" world. Then - BAM! These envelopes flew through my door with such tremendous force that they nearly put a hole right through it. They hit me so hard that I'm seeing stars. Everything is happening wicked fast and now - - - I'm. Freaking. Out. School's back and I'm not sure that I'm ready.
So I guess this is where the tale begins. "Tale" is a good word for what I'll be writing. Somehow, even if just a little, the word "tale" fictionalizes my experiences. Coming from a background of languages and humanities, B-School is going to be difficult, emotional, draining, confusing, and maybe even upsetting. And certainly there will be moments of joy, enlightenment, and accomplishment, too. Stepping back and reflecting on my adventures and emotions as though they were all part of a story will allow me to divorce myself from the chaos I'm sure to face. (Did I mention I'll only be a part-time student?) I may embellish a bit, I may use some hyperbole, and hell, I might just make some stories up. Whatever I write though, this tale will be based on truth and the emotions that I, the protagonist, feel.
Get ready, Suffolk! Here I come!
