I had a tough time in business school from the get-go. It was terrifying to walk into the Winter Garden for the first time and pass by juniors in suits passed out on couches or sobbing on the phone after an exam.
My typical Ann Arbor weekend: I’ve made the trek down to Main Street to one of my favorite coffee shops and, before I get started on schoolwork, I sit with a fresh mug of black coffee and a crisp copy of the newspaper. That’s right: the news, on paper. Hard-copy news is still alive and well.
Last year, a friend of mine, who had been searching for a girlfriend for a decade, finally found someone. When I heard the wonderful news, I texted him, “I’m happy for you.” His reply was odd but familiar.
Imagine having a secret for most of your life you have wanted to tell someone for so long, but are afraid of what might happen if you share it. This was me. Until today. Today, I am going to stop feeling alone, and embrace who I am as a person — I am gay.