You will never read this letter. You will go about your days and weeks thinking about tuition rates, your dangerously dwindling enrollment, and your desperate bids to keep your establishment afloat. You will not think of me. You will not miss me. You will not mourn over the meaning of my loss to your school, if indeed you recognize it all all. But I... I will mourn you.
I didn't know any of you once, and while I'm glad for the relationships gained, things were easier then in the over-sharing department. I used to be shouting into the vast expanse of the internet without consequence. Now some of you have names and faces, and that's scary to me, because judgement can therefore exist, … Continue reading I’ll probably delete this, but you are not alone. — an anxious “letter”