This semester I am enrolled in a graduate creative nonfiction writing class at IUPUI. And even though I am a new student (again), I am thrilled to report that, for the first four weekly classes, no one has given me a swirly.
My classmates are a diverse group of ages and backgrounds.
There’s dark-haired, clean-cut Joe, a Purdue aerospace engineering graduate, who was on the wait-list but got into the class through his persistence. I’m pretty sure everyone likes him best because he brought bagels and cream cheese to class last week.