And so the schoolyear begins.
I have a ridiculous hat — one of the perks, evidently, of the doctorate. I have to think that whomever devised this hat had a malicious sense of humor.
I find myself missing Claire — which is hardly surprising, I suppose — although, six months later you’d think that these feelings would stop. The funny thing about a breakup, though, is losing the person who has become your best friend. All of a sudden, you don’t have someone who cares that you look ridiculous in the floppy doctoral hat. You just put it on and look in the mirror and that has to be enough.