Harvard Hottie
As I stood alone in my college dormitory for the first time, staring out of the large picture window, I couldn’t believe that it was real. After quite literally a lifetime of working my ass off, I was now standing in my very own room at Harvard College. My parents had said goodbye just five minutes before. Although they were incredibly proud of me, I also knew that they were profoundly uncomfortable being in this place. We were decidedly lower middle class, and the sights and sounds of Harvard were a constant reminder to them that they did not belong in this world. Although they had driven me up to Cambridge all the way from our house in Kentucky, they didn’t exactly linger once my fairly meager possessions had been deposited in my room. In …