Nothing unusual happened on Bonnie’s way to work. She walked out of the subway, crossed the plaza, took the elevator up, and landed at her desk right at 8:15.
The office was nearly empty, just a cleaning lady mopping near the entrance. The water dispenser in the break room droned loudly, making the silence in the rest of the office feel even deeper.
Bonnie let out a long breath and booted up her computer. She started opening all the drawings she’d need for the day. Then, out of habit, she typed in a familiar web address.
Freelance work had been her thing since sophomore year. She’d started taking side gigs online to make extra cash, and now she had a regular stream of clients. She handled everything from design proposals and renderings to helping students with their final projects and portfolios. She even coached people for those grueling graduate design exams.
In the beginning, she’d been nervous. She’d never taken a grad school exam herself and hadn’t really studied the rapid-fire design questions. But needing the money, she’d pushed herself to say yes to every job.
Over time, as clients came back with good news or thank-you messages, her confidence grew. Each little win made her feel more capable.
Her savings piled up.
She had scholarships, extra cash from helping professors on projects, income from tutoring, plus what she’d earned at her internship during school breaks. Now she had a decent amount stashed away.
Pulling out her phone, Bonnie checked her bank balance and hesitated. Should she quit work and go full-time for grad school, or try for a part-time program? She still hadn’t made up her mind. Whatever she decided, at least the money would cover it.
All she needed was to pick a direction, and choose where she actually wanted to study.
She’d thought about heading south. But during the fall job hunt, she and Helen had sent out résumés together. When both of them landed final-round interviews at the City Institute, Bonnie started second-guessing. Staying in Cabinda with her friends—and her parents—sounded kind of nice.
Bonnie always saw herself as introverted, maybe a little standoffish, but she still craved connection. If she could stay close to her family and her friends, life would feel warmer.
In the end, she chose work over grad school.
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