I beg your finest pardon.

I have a wife, but I'm definitely not the husband.

I was fortunate to receive scholarships and need-based grants, which paid for a meal plan.

After the financial aid ran out, I literally stopped eating to pay for summer school.

I lived on baked potatoes, broccoli, and cheese even after graduating.

When I was in uni, I knew single people who were on SNAP while going to school full time.

No kids. No family support. Just themselves.

At the time, the university didn't have a food resource program.

Thankfully, they do now.

Now it's kind of weird when I have a course that requires three 200-level courses to register.

I've only taken 300-levels in that subject.

I should mention that I didn't apply to those invasive programs.

If felt 'off'. Instead, I picked safe spaces that are dedicated to equality, diversity, inclusion, and accommodations.

I hate how we have to call them different names to get around the laws.

Getting a PhD in my field usually means you're going into academics or research.

Pay me, and I'll research transgender history for academic publication.

We've been around since the dawn of time.

I'm adding all of these to my tbr. Granted, I'll have to wait until next week due to midterms and a hospital procedure

It's still spooky season for me. 👻

I know I'm not very active on here and Twitter is full of porn and the red hats.

Still, I'm excited!

May the memories of all good puppers be a blessing.

I'm still grieving my babies. They were technically adult bunnies, but we were each other's entire lives.

I broke like 3 keychains, so metal is preferable.