Jejak Panda Jumpa Lagi Kita Diblog Kesayangan Anda ceme 99 online I was not the most serious undergraduate student. I was happy as an unfocused English major. I took an eclectic set of courses, wandered into most of my classes late, and never brought a notebook. I just stuffed a novel into my pocket and took notes in the margins. I would spend my afternoons ensconced in little nooks around campus, just reading. I had a girlfriend who was a physical therapy major, and she used to get mad at me because she’d be lugging her copy of Grey’s Anatomy to lab classes while I would be sitting under a tree somewhere meandering through a paperback. One of my current colleagues remembers me coming to class barefoot. I said, “Yes, that sounds like something I would have done at nineteen.†Entering senior year, I was a few courses shy of graduating on time, and I had no idea what I planned to do the following year. I hadn’t even begun to look at graduate schools. I wound up doing ...