Wow. It is amazing how much can change in a year. Last year, I wrote about not getting into any grad school, and applying for lame jobs that had nothing to do with anything I studied in undergrad (which was english). After all that, I was ready to be a hairdresser, again. Which sucked.
Well, let's just flip all of that around for this round. Soon after last year's feature, I flew out to New York, met with the director of the NYU Masters in Publishing director, and ... sort of begged to be let into the program. I guess she took a chance with me, because I was accepted (one of the last people accepted into the program). That was a big deal for