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After the graduation party. I headed to Boston
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I couldn’t wait to start at Harvard, even
though it was more than a month before
classes started.
My family wasn’t rich, but since I got into Harvard, the school gave me a scholarship, and some real estate developer even gave me a $100,000 bonus and an apartment.
I was loaded.
I rented an apartment near campus, fulfilling
my dream of living close to the best university
in the country.
And it felt amazing.
School started, and things got even better.
Boot camp washed away my youthful
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innocence, and the classes filled my head
with more knowledge.
Even at Harvard, I was able to hold my own.
I was doing well.
I became a well–known student. I spoke at
seminars and was a favorite of my
professors.
I attracted the attention of some amazing
women.
They were smart, ambitious, and had great
personalities.
I realized how ridiculous Amy was.
How could I have cried over someone like
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that?
During grad school, I found love.
Her name was Claire Smith, from Boston, and she’d been the top student in Massachusetts.
We’d known of each other for a while, and
had seen each other around school.
I liked her intelligence, and she liked my kind.
personality.
We didn’t say anything.
Real love isn’t that easy.
In grad school, we ended up working with the
same professor.
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We started spending time together and finally
got together.
She was five–foot–five, with fair skin and a dimple when she smiled.
I loved poking her dimple, and she’d always scold me, but she always smiled.
