In 2002, my life largely happened at the University of Arizona. I was working full time during the day as an admissions counselor, a job I loved. In the evenings I stayed on campus to go to classes for my graduate program or to exhaust myself at a Masters swim team practice at the glorious outdoor pool. The campus felt safe and familiar, with a grassy l…
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