I have been rereading Curtis Sittenfield's little gem of a book titled "Prep" (New York: Random House, 2005) which I bought for my wife on the strength of the book landing on lists for best books of the year and generating rave reviews. She was not actually that impressed with the book. I was duly impressed with the book and loved the story, even though some would say it is a feminine book because it tells the story of a midwestern girl at an exclusive eastern prep school. As soon as I finish the book, I'll provide a more detailed review of it.
I was thinking about this book at 4:00 a.m. this morning while I was enduring the stuffy nose syndrome caused by my mean cardiologist, even though she swears, not quite literally, but almost, that her pills don't cause chronic stuffy nose, while other physicians disagree. But I digress. I decided that the reason that I love "Prep" is because I love most stories about school, teaching, learning, angst experienced by students, and anything to do with learning and education. Then I acknowledged that the reason I love these stories is because I have always loved school. I realized early on that having an affection for school was a weird affliction, since mostly what I heard going through school was how much so many students hated it. But, for me, classrooms, teachers, books, libraries, writing, exams, and ideas became an early addiction that stayed with me all my life.
So, I have decided to write a long series of short posts about why I always loved school so much, and how I came to acquire this lifelong affection. To be continued.