Going to school is a very different experience now than it was when I was an undergraduate. I was an English major in the late 1980s, and I mostly sat in cozy seminar rooms with other bookish nerds and paged through English Critical Texts and nodded along to Philip Sidney’s Defence of Poesy. Now that I’m back in school, as an age-inappropriate graduate student earning a master’s in divinity, I have had to make some adjustments.