There are times when I wish I was jelly. Hear me out. In 2009 I was privileged to enter a small, academically-challenging university in the northwest of the US. The work was brutal, the students brilliant, the weather damp, and my ass kicked. It was no joke, but I kept up by branching out. Not just socially, but mentally. As we age, our brains solidify. The passageways which were previously open slowly begin to shut, like the iron doors that vertically meet in spaceships.I remember how it fel...