Subtitled: What to do when your alma mater is kind of embarrassing. Taylor University was the perfect place for me to pursue my undergraduate degree in English/Writing. I lived in a tiny little dorm (I think there were maybe 18 women on my floor) in a room with a phenomenal window. I had interesting and dedicated professors like Thom Satterlee and Steve Messer and Beulah Baker. I was involved with the student newspaper, spent a summer in Spain and a semester in a film program in Los Angeles. I became friends with great people, learned how to write a good paper, had my eyes opened to the systematic injustices of racism and sexism, and found a safe place to transition from conservative, evangelical, fundamentalist…