Don't Call It a Comeback

This, my 18th semester of college, has been the most validating time of my academic career. Just tonight, my Advanced Writing professor pumped some exceptional sunshine up my booty.

My most recent paper, Women and HIV: Unequal Access to Health Care, was a "definitive A". But more than the grade, I was overwhelmed by her interest in my future graduate studies. She asked me if I planned a career in writing. A career in writing! When I told her I was looking into Johns Hopkins School of Public Health, she emphatically encouraged me to "absolutely pursue it."

I understand your lack of enthusiasm. I do. Perhaps an academic ego boost isn't your idea of exciting. But I'm a nerd, so this is pretty much it for me.

So, with my professor's blessing, I've returned to my blog. Well, that and the fact that I pretend you are all my groupies and you're actually jumping up and down with excitement. This is what nerds without husbands do. Don't judge. (Idea: start a support group called Nerds Without Husbands.)

I'm neurotic today because...
...all the sunshine-pumping in the world won't give me enough chutzpah to talk to my genetics professor, with whom I'm currently in love.