Uconn Quotes

A few days after I left UConn my mom took me to a psychiatrist in Stamford. After talking with me for an hour, smiling kindly and calmly asking me questions, he diagnosed me. “You have an anxiety disorder,” he said. “It’s a rare and very unpleasant type called ‘plateau panic disorder.’ Basically you’re having panic attacks that don’t ever end.

I’m a numbers guy. I was a math major at UConn back in the day.” He pumps a fist. “Go Huskies!

I watched the scar starting to form on my knee. No matter how tan I got, it stayed white. Gradually, the dreams stopped. By late July, when I still hadn’t heard from Columbia, I assumed that I’d gone from the waitlist to the trash can. Didn’t bother me as much as I’d expected. I was in at Uconn and Trinity. I’d started to wonder if that was what I really wanted after all.