…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 with my husband. We’re getting ready to go to work.” “Can you verify your parents’ address?” Well, I know they’re on Ford Drive, and there’s a 1, 4, and 5 in the address, plus an additional one of those, though I can never remember which.…
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 work and all the weekends, I was starting to fall behind. Someone else at Georgia Tech mentioned that they’d already taken 3 days off of work in order to try to get caught up with school work. You know what? Screw that. I don’t need…