“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times …”
But really, this is how far I’ve come: I used to say I’d never want a kid of mine to go to Harvard. Now I say, hell yes I’d want them to go (someone’s gotta maintain my poet ass in my old age), I’d just try and prepare the daylights out of them. And send them lots of care packages!
So there you go, a brief account of 4 of the most intense, most important years of my life. Harvard, you kicked the crap out of me, but oddly, I still miss you.
It was great to visit my old house (Harvard upperclassmen live in one of 13 houses, this was mine, good ole Currier House!)