I'm reading a book by someone who teaches classes at Columbia. "Well, Lauren, do you like it? Are you keeping an open mind? Are you thinking that all those years this person spent in art school has made this a better book and not a completely insufferable 'multi-media' novel-like experience?" No! No to all of those questions, but that's okay. I already knew art school would be full of irritating artistic people like me and far worse, I've made my peace with that.
I've also known since leaving New College that nowhere else would ever measure up for me. It's just a shame that I learned too much there and had to leave the garden.
Wait: I found one sentence I really liked on page forty, and another on page forty-two (I'm on page seventy now). There, how fair am I?