Looking back, I feel as though my depression, PTSD and dissociative identity disorder began to come out into the open. There are subtle differences in the blog posts then that are obvious to me now, what with being aware of the differences between some of my alters.
As a result, and due to health matters that caused me to walk out on a final and skip another, my grades slipped. I was put on financial aid probation, and FAFSA was my ticket to attending college. Mimi did offer to pay in the years after, but the major would then not be something I chose.
Since this experience, I have matured and explored alternative routes. I practice unschooling and have a fuck college attitude.