While my sister and I were both interested in the topic of college readiness, I realized that she made more effort in a single day for her eighty students than I had in giving talks over the past year to hundreds of students.
I had my first good laugh about the elections in ages when I got the following message from a dear friend: “Remember when Dolores Umbridge took over Hogwarts and there were Dementors watching the castle and everyone except the Slytherins were scared out of their fucking minds? Imagine if the Slytherin kids went around telling everyone that they need to be supportive and understanding of the Dementors. Now of course, not all Slytherin kids were assholes like Draco Malfoy, I’m sure some were cool too and were just trying to make a good living.”
I so strongly believed in a Clinton victory because my real and virtual social life existed in an echo chamber. Most of my friends were graduate students or white-collar professionals. They were diverse, cosmopolitan, and had been educated in some of the best universities in United States. We reassured ourselves of Clinton’s victory because we could not imagine that Trump could ever represent us.
My first experience as a mentor was with eager community college students interested in health professions. At that point, I repeated the usual platitudes passed on to pre-medical students: get good grades, find clinical experience, be a decent human being. I came away from the experience wishing that I had more insightful things to say.
If all’s well that ends well, then it’s not too much of a stretch to think that all’s unwell that ends badly. This is especially relevant when we talk about ensuring the wellness of our seniors — both throughout and at the end of their lives — and in this regard, something’s rotten in the…