While it may still be February, at least we don’t go to Harvard

February 22, 2001
When I was five I had a tendency to say precocious things. I once gravely told my preschool teacher, “February is the longest month.” A lot has changed since then. My teachers are no longer indulgent enough to humor melodramatic fallacy. And I’ve discarded the wisdom-beyond-my-years act in favor of an extended adolescence. But one »