Dissertation candidate- I did not even know that was a thing.
After a year of classes, always worrying for the ‘pink slip’ to be delivered, it was finally here: Residency 851 (whatever that meant…)
Flying out, I longed to escape. I am no academic, but to make the change I want to see, this was the route that higher spirits had placed me on. With an uncomfortable feeling, I packed my bag with dresses and high heels- no jeans allowed (yay for the land of the free!). The flight went well, but the Uber driver had to circle the hotel about three times until he realized it was in the gated compound complex, with armed security guards welcoming us to the high fenced in campus. The hotel was lovely, beautiful palm trees bordered pool, inviting heat, and cozy crackling open air fire place. Oh, but little did I know.