my brief career as an slp student

The telling goes something like this: I'm dropping out.

The Showing:
First day of classes were on Yom Kippur. For the first time in my life, I set out to have a regular day on Yom Kippur. Except that I was fasting, and that I'd been to services in the morning, the night before, and that I was dressed up, and no matter what you can't escape from Yom Kippur. It will reach out and grab you in the end and pull you back.

Anyway, even though I arrived at PSU at 11:30, by the time I'd parked it was 12:15 when I arrived in Neurology. Yup neurology. Yup, 15 minutes late. Followed by some other hard science class.

Okay, maybe I'm not ready for the showing. Suffice it to say I'm pulling out based on an unfound parking spot, and maybe lots of other signs and reasons as well. I don't know.

Don't fuck with Yom Kippur.