How yuppies stuff themselves without eating, or inventing a time-saving-money-boosting nutrition pill

When I visited Harvard University in July with my Dad, we met a man and his wife and their son, who were also from out of town. The man said to my Dad, "Does your son have the same dream that my son has: to go to Harvard?" His son was in the ninth grade.

I quickly came to realize that schools like Harvard and Yale provide a superficial stuffing of the mind and soul for the intellectually and emotionally challenged, carrying on an instruction that begins even long before the ninth grade. (The philosopher can truly fill his mind, and stuff his soul himself; the artist can truly fill his soul, and does not care about his mind.) These schools teach yuppies to be leaders in their profession and in their community, in a passing on from generation to generation of unfounded yuppie self-confidence.

I don't want my school to lead me. I want to lead myself, and a life of love. I want my school to provide an environment where I can whet and satisfy my appetite, love, and feel loved. While the aged can offer knowledge and perspectives new to me, I will ever only have one instructor: Me.