You might have noticed that I had hidden my blog for the past few months, along with any indication of a social media presence. It was (obviously) not an accident. Here's why I did it.
This past September, I applied for the MBA program at Cornell Tech, a brand new school based primarily in New York.
On Friday, I found out I was waitlisted. Comme ci comme ça.
I've missed blogging, even if it's to an empty audience. Otherwise, I never end up expressing how I feel.
2016, you've been a fucking dog. Yet at the same time, I feel guilty for complaining.
I walk to work every day and pass at least one homeless person. One man sits in a wheelchair, perched at the top of the 86th St. station draped in a red tartan blanket. His head is cocked to the right and his eyes are shut, impassive to the morning crowd.
They (myself included) brush past him without a moment's hesitation.
What kind of a world do we live in?
I can't be mad about being waitlisted. Not when I witness others suffer every day, unashamedly (or ashamedly). I need to do more. I need to do my part.