but the pancakes helped. . .

Class debates, conflicting philosophies. . . generative questions. . . constructivist theories and critical thinking. . . school for me, me! . . . in my element. . . such a guilty pleasure to visit this lofty tower again for just a little while. . .

. . . and then. . . fabulous evening, too much wine, inexplicable blow-up. . . I haven't been sent home crying from a friend's since I was eight. . . . What the hell happened?

Nothing like taking the piss out of the pretentious parade. So much for lofty.

Bump.