June 13, 2012
When I hear adults exulting that they are “going back to school” to get another degree, I try to rejoice with them but am secretly trembling. I was a full-time university student for twelve straight years and the idea of examinations still lays me low. The other day I picked up a book and this fell out:
I’m lucky enough never to have fought in the wars that have characterized much of my lifetime. But I understand traumatic flashbacks.