having moved around quite a bit—7 houses, 4 cities, 3 states—i am not fazed by leaving home. in fact, i'm ready to say bye to lexington, i'm ready to meet new people, and i'm ready for more intellectual rigor. But the question of college becomes much more complicated with the "where?" i won't be writing about one school because as i've stated in numerous blogs, i'm too indecisive for that. i know i will feel most alive at a place in a city where there are museums and protests and restaurants are open past 10:00 pm. i know i want to be somewhere where activism isn't just allowed but encouraged, where it's embedded in a culture of students learning to question what we're learning, how we're learning it, the world we live in, our past, present, and future. i know i want to be somewhere where professors learn their students' names and TAs aren't the only ones giving feedback.
a lot of this is because of the way my parents raised me. my mom has taught at some of the best small liberal arts colleges in the country, so i've drunk the cool-aid that "you don't want to be at a place that doesn't prioritize undergraduate education." we also eat late (Jewish and Indian time, doubly stacked against me on both sides of the fam), so that's the restaurant reasoning.
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