Bard College, where my son is a student, calls itself in marketing materials, “A Place To Think.” They are, I am sure, implying the same kind of above-it-all advantage you write about here. This contrasts with my old school, Loyola of Chicago, where a lot of the thinking had to be done on El rides to part-time jobs after (very early) classes. And so I find myself in the embarrassing position of envying my own kid just a little bit. I wonder if your daily transit from mill town to prep school created any distance between you and your siblings.
Bard College, where my son is a student, calls itself in marketing materials, “A Place To Think.” They are, I am sure, implying the same kind of above-it-all advantage you write about here. This contrasts with my old school, Loyola of Chicago, where a lot of the thinking had to be done on El rides to part-time jobs after (very early) classes. And so I find myself in the embarrassing position of envying my own kid just a little bit. I wonder if your daily transit from mill town to prep school created any distance between you and your siblings.
Horror vacuum makes me feel claustrophobic. Where’s Waldo??