F*cking It Up
When I was 26 I was on the wrong path, headed in the wrong direction and didnâ€™t know it. I had applied to several highly competitive PhD programs in Russian History, located in glamorous locals like Indiana and Pittsburg. I got rejected from ALL OF THEM. I had no idea what to do next, but figured it involved the fetal position.
The magical and somewhat out of character thing that happened after being rejected was that I didn't curl up into a couch ball, I turned the f*ck around. I started to let go of some things that we're dear to me and my ego and admit some hard truths to myself. For starters, I would never learn Russian. At least not in time to make a career of Russian History. Instead, I started reading more about other things that interested me, mostly feminism and witches.
By the next year I applied to Gender Studies programs and got accepted to every school I applied to. I decided to move to Salem and study witches at Simmons College in Boston. And the rest is history. Lovely, witchy, non-Russian history.Okay, I know, WHAT THE F*CK does this have to do with a pencil cup? AMIRIGHT? Well right after I moved to Salem I saw this postcard on PostSecret and it seemed to leap off the screen and hug me. So in honor of fucking up, I give you, my new pencil cup: I have no idea where I would be in life without letter stickers and spray paint. Failure, like my pencil cup, is some ugly shit but it can still be useful. "Bake Twin Pies" say the witches. The moon is in Cancer. ALSO! VERY IMPORTANT! DEPENDING ON WHEN YOU'RE READING THIS THERE MAY STILL BE TIME TO CONTRIBUTE TO MY SECOND TEAM HAUSWITCH LOAN FOR FELIPA TO GET A NEW KITCHEN! THE LINK IS HERE! HELP OR SPREAD THE WORD IF YOU CAN!!!
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