UC Berkeley’s J-school told me thanks but no thanks. I had a brief moment of wishing I’d chosen grad school back in 2004 when they accepted me, but it passed. If I hadn’t done Peace Corps, I’d never have heard donkeys braying at 1am, biked 80 kilometers through sand while asking for directions in Pulaar, or felt the grotesque absurdity—and longed for the blissful privilege—of my life in the States.
Blah blah blah. Their loss, etc.