Please, If One Of Us Cries, Let

I Went Into Harvard One Way And Came Out A Different Person... It's The Air At Harvard; It's Like A Renaissance Court.

I Was Afraid Of Being Rejected, Yes. I Was Also Afraid Of Being Accepted For The Wrong Reasons.

Sometimes I Amaze Even Myself.

He Had Then Warned His Daughter Not To Violate The Eleventh Commandment. "which One Is That?" I Asked Her. "do Not Bullshit Thy Father," She Said.

And Then I Did What I Had Never Done In His Presence, Much Less In His Arms. I Cried.