I haven’t written any of my professors to thank them for providing the gauntlet some call an education. I barely survived this last year. So here I am, sincerely thanking you. When I returned home last May I felt strangely out of place, and that feeling has not left me since. I realized in hindsight that Augustine was not so much an education in the sense I had originally known as much as a total deconstruction and reconstruction of prejudice, or ‘vision of the way things are,’ as Bloom aptly defines it, which I guess is what a real education is. Now that I have rebuilt the foundations I can begin furnishing the rooms of my mind – now that I have been pointed towards the best places to go….

Sam McLoughlin | 2003