The hills erect their Purple Heads
The Rivers lean to see
Yet Man has not of all the Throng
A Curiosity ( 1688)
I cannot remember an emotional pain more severe than that of my thirteenth year. No professional disappointment or romantic rejection has ever plunged me more into misery and inactivity. In secret exercise of my perceived rights as a person of free will I snuck out of the University of Chicago eighth-grade laboratory school, with its vastly inferior pool of potential boyfriends, and returned to the huge public high school where I had decided I belonged.I refused to stay another day in that lab school, where everything was so familiar and algebra was so hard.
I was living in my parents' lovely South Shore Drive apartment and decided that running away was the only solution.Of course, I had no money, nowhere to go, and a rigid schedule of classes and duties. When the unfeasibility of running away became obvious and the days lengthened and the weather grew sharply cold, I concocted a plan. Having entered the U of C laboratory school in fourth grade in the September class, the only one they had, I knew of course that