The Burnout #
I remember my first day at Harvard – in my nerdiest glasses and my most shoulder-y suit, I skipped off to my first meal. “This is it,” I thought. “My first test. Act cool. Don’t mix up the soup spoons and the tea spoons. Don’t put the iPod in the toaster.” I looked around me, to see how everyone else was doing. Instead of bright, young faces, the people looked worn out. Beat down. Wheelchaired. Slowly, I realized I was somehow in a nursing home.