Notes on jailbreak

Ok, there’s no jailbreak. Make room for my innocent alter ego, because there’s nothing to rebel against. There are zero classes in my nascent, year-long, Harvard master’s degree. They call it ‘self directed study’ and like rockets have stages, I’ll have ‘self paced modules.’ Am I suddenly at Oxford University? They’re quite famous for that (no formal classes). Or am I suddenly grown up and trusted? I obviously don’t have it all figured out yet, so I’ll just trust the process. When I started that other school (that shall not be named), my advisor handed me a computer printout - a list with something like 40 courses on it. I thought, “Oh, my God,” but one by one, year over year, I checked-off those courses and walla! They handed me a diploma. It was a process. I understand, if you’re disappointed about the jailbreak, but there’ll be coffee breaks, lunch breaks, study breaks, bathroom breaks and more than a few self-directed dance breaks. So stick around. “You know,” my therapist said, so very seriously, a few years ago, “you keep laughing,” . . I've Got the World on a String by Robin McKelle Stoned Soul Picnic by Ledisi & Billy Childs