Nonfiction | August 02, 2016
Essay: Worry
Dan Musgrave
I started at the ape house during my first semester of academic probation. The director never asked to see my resume, and I suspected they let me in simply because I volunteered to do anything, even clean toilets, to be around apes. As it was, I gave them the Saturdays of my junior year, and they gave me a respite from the constant anxiety of life at the highly ranked liberal arts college I attended.
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