Sunday, May 20, 2007

And now I'm depressed

Prof Althouse has a post up about free-roaming childhood in the good old days. Read the comments, which broke my heart. My childhood: karate lessons, recorder lessons, and three hours of tennis training every day. And my parents wonder why the very sight of a racquet is enough to make me sick. But it all got me into Harvard, so it must have been worth it, right? Right?

If I ever have kids, I'm moving to the Outback and shooting any approaching college admissions officers on sight.

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