…or at least that’s what the guy who called my dad said. I was brushing my teeth this morning at 7:25 when my phone rang with a local number. “This is the El Paso County Sheriff’s office. Is this Joanna? Are you alright?” “Yes…?” “Are you able to speak freely?” “Yes, I’m at home…
I quit grad school. I even felt bad about it for a few days. But then I committed to build an airplane, and now I feel much better. I knew grad school was going to be a substantial amount of work, but after several weeks of essentially doing nothing but working for 4 hours after…