nccotus

ihave been making path straight and this “path” is one of them.

I just flipped it around in my mind where it was negative where none of the boys talked to me and I felt so alone to be a positive—a healing time where I needed to be alone with not understanding about the baby I lost at 13 and other childhood issues with my family. I see now that my brother would have blocked the boys off of me during his short stay there with me and not to take it so much to heart.

because I did take it to heart and that is what launched my rather tragic course to Harvard. I got my 750 750 SAT scores and knew I could go to any college I wanted to and won against the boys that way! Or, that was the way it seemed at the time.

Then, instead, over the ‘79 Christmas holiday, when all my applications were in the mail, the breast incident. My father tried to touch me. What a CREEP! This man never talked to me from one year to the next. I had written my personal essay for my applications about running away from home the previous summer. Deemed an “allegorical journey.”

he had taken me to motel rooms when we went to visit colleges the preceding fall. He told me when I disdained his attentions in my bed at home that he could barely keep his hands off of me in the motel rooms.

so, I wound up showing up at Havard much as a runaway.

All of this has been said before but out of order.

there is too much to be said here about Harvard AND about Kent School and the lessons I learned and what a cost it was to lose them. At Harvard I did not get a structured education but I did some brilliant work. I studied what I needed to to understand my father’s work in hi tech and to be ready to support my ex’s career as a geodetic engineer.

this too has been said.

but what hasn’t been said is about the dire downside of my stay at Harvard, like stinking uo the dining room in my residence hall because of drinking free coffee and hot chocolate all morning long as I pursued my love of literature under the auspices of a non-honors track English degree.

I must have been a scandal! For this and reasons like it.

only to reach my legitimate person today as the first socially acceptable purveyor of alien sittings.

that is my personal opinion about ne over tge last 4 years and there in over a lifetime.

it’s about lunch time at this boarding gone gotta go.