My grad school success hung in the balance. Would the Professor I initially thought of an ass fail me? Or would I learn more about me that I thought I ever could?
I decided not to give up! I worked tediously on October’s assignment. I read and reread. I wrote and rewrote. I was determined to show Dr. D, the tyrant, that I was not a C student. I wanted to be at the top of the class. I knew my attention to detail would earn aContinue reading “Dear Friend in Asshole’s Disguise? Part 2”