Look familiar? For the month of July, I will be re-sharing some of my favorite Tiny Letters from over the years. This will give me a chance to share my proudest work with new subscribers and let you revisit old newsletters that you probably haven’t opened since. In the meantime, I’ll be getting married, but I’ll be back with original content the first week of August. Thanks for reading.
K
Soaking is a rite of passage at St Andrews, a tradition to mark your academic finish line. As you walk out of your final undergraduate exam, you scan the crowd for your people. The area is clumpy with pods, classmates celebrating with their people, too. You find yours, grinning with mop buckets and Buckfast. Frazer crouches next to the fire extinguisher. My eyes close. The circle closes in. There is glitter, everywhere. Everyone cheers as ice water rips down your spine. A baptism for your real life.
An end and a beginning.