My name is Autumn.




“I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see.” — John Burroughs

 

Dear Graduate Program,

Hi. I am finishing my first year in your program. Oh, what program you ask? The Public History Program that you don’t really offer anymore. At first I wasn’t mad at you for not offering the classes I need to learn the skills I’ll need and for not offering the classes I’ll need to graduate in a semi-timely manner. BUT THEN. Then, you informed me that there are no classes next semester within the department that will fulfill my needs. But of course, I can take classes outside of the department. BUT THEN. Then, you informed me that the class I’m currently in - which I was told would count as a required seminar - does not count. AND THEN. Then, you told me not to worry about it and to just take some random classes that don’t count until you can offer the classes I need. 

And then I decided that I am getting out of your shitty graduate program that doesn’t really exist.