That Time I Had to Drop Out Of Columbia College #TBT

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I wish I could remember what happened in the moments leading up to my breakdown. I can’t. All I know is I locked eyes with who had quickly become my favorite professor during my freshman year at Columbia College Chicago, and before I knew it I was in her arms crying uncontrollably. She escorted me to the bathroom, so we could speak in private, because my outcry had clearly interrupted Voice 1 (I was a theatre major). She kept quietly repeating “No, no”, as if I’d done something that disheartened her. I knew what she was thinking, so I quickly said “I’m not pregnant”. She seemed a little shocked, but replied “So what’s wrong?”. I informed her I wouldn’t be returning for the second semester, due to a lack of funds. She quickly gave me alternative options that could possibly prevent me from having to drop out, but I’d already been there, done that. I needed money to return. I didn’t have it, so I had to leave. Read More…