Origin

At first there was nothing new to recount. Then I couldn’t think of what to say. Some time later I fought an inward struggle, lamenting on what I would do were I not accepted into graduate school. Soon after, I was accepted. Since then, I’ve had my keester handed to me countless times while blundering through my first semester. Now, I bask in victory. Maybe in the near future I’ll have something profound to say. Not yet though.