had one of those really-dense-meetings that Andrew and I have apparently become so fond of, but this one felt care-free and joyous despite the number of things-that-must-be-done, probably because the semester has yet to start. Two hours later, I traveled back to Canton for a storytelling meeting at Muggswigz, where I sat awkwardly in the middle of the table poised between two conversations that I couldn't hear. The glimpse of conversation I did catch helped me feel excited and passionate about what they're doing, to the point where I came home and wrote my application. As soon as I started to consider the logistics, the implications, the possible failure...I started to feel ambivalent once again.
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