I live in a college town, where I tend to think a lot about the seamy underside of everything. Because I work in violence prevention and mental health. And because I hate football. (And, let’s be honest, because I’m the kind of person who needs a gratitude blog.)
But this fall I’ve been really enjoying a new feeling, that I get to live in a town where thousands of people are dedicated to teaching and learning. Where we have these gorgeous halls built for studying new ideas and inventing new things. Where I can imagine that I’m at Princeton with Michelle Obama or Oxford with Bertie Wooster.