So, I am hearing in my mind that the Advocate is among those who want to sue me for using their name so much.
Well. how about the two pigs on the cover of the board’s first issue, standing for me and the publisher?
We were there for your hire you assumed, David B wisely and kindly dropped out at the beginning of senior year. You had the need to use us and did so, and we were asked to keep our place as described by you. I was “the figurehead.” That was fine with me. But I wasn’t an idiot. The Advocate was a social club as well as magazine. A. said, “Youre a shoo-in” when I was comping. Then they found out what I was really like.
It took me decades to recover from this experience, I am doing so like, at this exact second. Just Did. I couldn’t help that everybody at Wernersville state hospital knew me as “President of the Advocate.’ Through them it spread everwhere; And I am sorry for this. But there was nothing I could have done to change what happened to ME AND MY FUTURE; which has never been said before. I wanted to be a writer. That was compromised in a second by being on the side of FOSTERING writers. I was eccentric and fly-by-night. I had things to work out. I wound up having to work them out on the world stage. And PollyS had the gall to be RUDE to me when I contacted her along with everybody else whom I knew after my son was born. I was so desperate at that time. And yes, I Iooked her up at Alumni Services because she was in the class below me and not in the Red Book for my year. I thought that she was a friend, oh, sorry, you’re too good for me.
So, I have a debt of gratitude to Harvard that I was never able to express because everybody was so mad at me.
Some time or another I will give my own particular memorialization of those days and the life that opened up for me; THROUGH the Harvard Advocate, the breakdown that followed and how I was led to a course on the literature of Chhristian Reflection. Where I finally lost the little girl and began to grow.
There is a lot to be said here.
Un.Bon.Mot 