Audacious 19-year-old Me (And Why I Stand on Her Shoulders)
I hadn’t been back to Bucknell in decades. Walking through campus last week, I met her again—that 19-year-old who convinced the French department head she belonged in a 300-level class without prerequisites. Who spent nights in the Art Building, charcoal staining her fingers, sketching her way toward something she couldn’t […]
Audacious 19-year-old Me (And Why I Stand on Her Shoulders) Read More »
