Today I began the very last class that I need to graduate. It is, very fittingly and significantly, about prisons. Once I have completed those remaining four credits, I will finally — after more than a decade of drifting, drugging, and doing time — be done with undergrad.
For anyone who is not a regular reader, as my Home page explains, I was arrested in 2010 during what should have been my final semester at Cornell. As a result of my arrest, I served just under two years in prison for a drug crime. After my release in 2012, I was still suspended from school — but Cornell finally readmitted me starting in the spring semester of 2014. I just got my grade from the one course I took — an independent study in memoir writing — and found that it was an A. Now, I have just this one course left and it’s a perfect ending to an insane and detoured undergraduate career. I couldn’t write a better ending if I tried.
There’s been some other good news this past month. I’ve been hired full-time by a local newspaper, so — despite my felony — I have a job waiting for me once this class is done. I’ve already be freelancing heavily for this paper for a few months, so I know the people, the beat, and the office environment — and I like it all. My boss is one of my closest friends. It’s truly a wonderful development.
Because I’ll still be freelancing for the paper over the next few weeks while I am also taking a class in which an entire semester of work is condensed into four weeks, I expect that I won’t have as much time for posting as I usually would.
In other news, I completed another of my New Year’s Resa-Plan-Goals — getting my tattoo fixed. It wasn’t horrible before, but it certainly wasn’t very good. Without ever giving it much thought, I had let the tattoo go half-finished — or at least looking half-finished — for ten years, until getting arrested. Once I got arrested, I quickly realized that one of the things I most definitely needed to do upon my release was get that tattoo fixed. Every single time I got moved to another facility I would have to describe it in detail and found myself at a complete loss every time. Although I don’t ever plan to be in a position where I need to describe my tattoo in detail like that, I am quite glad to say that I am now at lease capable of describing it! It’s a Narcotics Anonymous symbol with fire encircling it.