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Like The Omega Man, except everyone is in grad school instead of dead.
You step outside and find the streets deserted. You pull out your phone to see if some catastrophe has occurred. Disease? Neutron bomb? War? Are you left alone in an evacuation zone? You see Facebook is still abuzz with activity, but all of your friends are posting about how much they hate finals. “These people graduated college years ago…” you think. A scrap of paper blows down the street like a tumbleweed and lands on your leg. You look at it: an admissions letter from the NYU creative writing MFA program. Then it hits you. You are the last human left on earth. Everyone else has gone to graduate school.
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I can’t be the only person who waits at the edge of my seat for the next Wondertonic post.
An NYU mention and my impending social life captured in this
I can’t be the only person who waits at the edge of my seat for the next Wondertonic post.