I've made out as well as some of them, not as well as one giant ignoramus, and better than the rest. I don't think my decision had to do with that.
But I felt guilt all along, as if I wasn't honoring my own education, my own past. I got a flurry of emails after the fact: Are you okay? Are you ill? Is there anything wrong with the family?
Nah, I just didn't go.
And to think of it, I'm not in much contact with those folks during the rest of the time. I loved them then, truly. It was a great time. But after it was over I felt as if I shed a skin.
Q: What's your connection like to your educational roots?
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