If the hurricane doesn’t come this autumn, it’ll likely come the next. Grow up in North Carolina and it’s hard to get too attached to a beach house, knowing, as you do, that it’s on borrowed time. I received my bachelor of arts degree in 1987, when I was thirty. It might be different now, but in 1984, if you could draw Snoopy on a cocktail napkin, you were in. The place that I eventually graduated from, the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, has its qualities but is nowhere near Oberlin when it comes to academics. The first two were OK, I guess, but midway through my sophomore year I got heavily into drugs and dropped out.Įveryone said that was it-I’d made an irreparable mistake at age twenty and could never correct it. I went to three in all, looking for the right fit. A good public school followed by college. Like most of you, I am incredibly grateful for the education I received. It’s not necessarily better than the one I earned by going to classes and putting myself into debt, but I’m trying to collect a stack of them before I die, so I really appreciate it. Thank you so much for having me, and for presenting me with this honorary degree. If we must live in interesting times, there is no one better to chronicle them than the incomparable David Sedaris. In Happy-Go-Lucky, David Sedaris once again captures what is most unexpected, hilarious, and poignant about these recent upheavals, personal and public, and expresses in precise language both the misanthropy and desire for connection that drive us all.
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