I WANT YOU, Yalie, to Teach for America
A few weeks ago I was sitting at my computer, doing what I do best — clicking the “Get Mail” button every 20 seconds with a totally ignored course packet on my lap — when something unusual happened: I got an e-mail.
I say this was unusual not because I rarely get e-mails, but because I rarely get any while I’m clicking the button every 20 seconds. The chances of that happening are pretty slim even in an e-mail-obsessed culture like that of an overly type-A college campus, yet somehow I cling to the notion, often for hours at a time, that fate will beckon from somewhere in Emailland...
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