The "elite" education, served tableside by an underpaid servant class.
We’d hear the piece approximately 10 times before we got to school.
I took a picture and captioned it, “This is what transnational loneliness looks like.”
My classmates are from Germany, Japan, Cuba, Italy, England, France, Taiwan, and more.
The closest I can get to social discomfort in that way is remembering my freshman-year college essay class, in which I was the lone female among 25 students and a male professor, and pretty much ignored.
In three years, I performed 160 navy funeral honors across the northeast quadrant of Colorado.