A friend of mine, a very Distinguished Professor, posted the following on Facebook last week:
I went to a fine dinner at the Charles Hotel this evening, which, among other things was to recognize the outstanding [Distinguished Area of Study] students. I sat next to two of them, who seemed nice enough, but toward the end of the meal they just got up and walked out while I was talking to the person on my other side. Prize winning [Distinguished University] seniors need to learn to say Bye Bye
Obviously, my friend is right. And yet, why do I have a certain sympathy for the vanishing valedictorians? Perhaps they were arrogant, or self-absorbed, or oblivious to the needs of others. Or perhaps they were painfully self-conscious, and somehow — unconsciously, irrationally — believed that they could escape the evening without notice, despite the fact that it was in their honor.
Like the lady who hit my friend with the door, and who believed if she didn’t apologize, he might not notice.
I hate to admit it, but I have a streak of that in me. Just a tiny bit, enough to understand.
How about you?
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