I am so chuffed that my little auto-bio inspired you! I think everyone should do them for their grandkids and onward. That is why I am doing it. So they know me, even if I am gone. xx
My immediate thought was that the girl questioning Amy about whether she had been given permission to write about Beth's rape had experienced a rape or some kind of sexual molestation herself. . . .
Very riveting account, Amy, and, yes, I'd definitely like to hear further about your college culture shock adventures! I grew up in a horsie milieu and my sister is an equine masseuse who brings back "interesting" tales each year after her winter stint catering to extremely pampered horses of the Ocala, Florida show circuit, so I'm very curious about your dressage riders interactions (though I can make some guesses).
Considering the current backdrop, as America is being defunded broadly now, your experience is sort of vintage, an important snapshot, already. I don't think those rich girls are still being made in the same quanity, though their nails break even easier now. I was raised middle or upper middle class, depending on what we are talking about. My mother even 'joked' by calling me a farmer, because I didn't take on the habits of girls much at all. (Had brothers closer in age). I got to attend college, but only aligned with brainy misfits and queers like myself, or at least the very young versions of misfits and queers who were there. It was a very big school and I felt like a pretty small fish, which I suppose is a fairly common feeling after highschool life. I have come to realize that since I was the last kid, my folks were a bit anxious to get on with their empty nest life, and so nothing was discussed about community college where I would have lived at home or such. I have also come to realize what a scam much of college life is, another school machine that profits insanely. The college I attended is highly tied up with government research and funding, especially medical, and all that is part of some really dark forces that have only recently become apparent. All that acid my friends were taking came from somewhere inside the schools, come to find out. All part of the bigger plan to lay us to waste direct from our government, the last step in our unmaking.
Hey Amy. Please finish the story. I'm glad to be catching on with you. I think I've been in culture shock every minute of every day since the day I was born. Everything is soooo strange. What a world!
Love this! I grew up working class in the deep south and can really relate to culture shock when attending college for fine art. It made me ask deep questions about our society.
I was also a poor kid in a rich kids' school for three years, and I definitely relate to some of what you wrote. I recall spending weekends at some friends' luxurious mansions (we were about 16) and never once meeting their parents. They were not happy kids.
Yep - write more of this story! I want to know what happened next! xx
Thanks! When I write a title for a substack that I saw somewhere else (In this case you!) it is for a reason
I am so chuffed that my little auto-bio inspired you! I think everyone should do them for their grandkids and onward. That is why I am doing it. So they know me, even if I am gone. xx
I would love to hear part 2.
You're a very strong person Amy. 🙏❤
My immediate thought was that the girl questioning Amy about whether she had been given permission to write about Beth's rape had experienced a rape or some kind of sexual molestation herself. . . .
Very riveting account, Amy, and, yes, I'd definitely like to hear further about your college culture shock adventures! I grew up in a horsie milieu and my sister is an equine masseuse who brings back "interesting" tales each year after her winter stint catering to extremely pampered horses of the Ocala, Florida show circuit, so I'm very curious about your dressage riders interactions (though I can make some guesses).
Yes, give us part 2.
Your associate was correct, couldn't put it down.
Waiting for Part 2 - on baited breath!
Love it.
Actually Amy - I'm thinking a movie.
I would love to read more👍
Considering the current backdrop, as America is being defunded broadly now, your experience is sort of vintage, an important snapshot, already. I don't think those rich girls are still being made in the same quanity, though their nails break even easier now. I was raised middle or upper middle class, depending on what we are talking about. My mother even 'joked' by calling me a farmer, because I didn't take on the habits of girls much at all. (Had brothers closer in age). I got to attend college, but only aligned with brainy misfits and queers like myself, or at least the very young versions of misfits and queers who were there. It was a very big school and I felt like a pretty small fish, which I suppose is a fairly common feeling after highschool life. I have come to realize that since I was the last kid, my folks were a bit anxious to get on with their empty nest life, and so nothing was discussed about community college where I would have lived at home or such. I have also come to realize what a scam much of college life is, another school machine that profits insanely. The college I attended is highly tied up with government research and funding, especially medical, and all that is part of some really dark forces that have only recently become apparent. All that acid my friends were taking came from somewhere inside the schools, come to find out. All part of the bigger plan to lay us to waste direct from our government, the last step in our unmaking.
Suburb
Superb? Suburb is cool too.
Ops cataracts , I never comment, damn good work namaste
Hey Amy. Please finish the story. I'm glad to be catching on with you. I think I've been in culture shock every minute of every day since the day I was born. Everything is soooo strange. What a world!
Love this! I grew up working class in the deep south and can really relate to culture shock when attending college for fine art. It made me ask deep questions about our society.
Yes, let's have Part 2.
I want to read about the dressage girls!
Thank you Amy, a great story. Those girls really missed an opportunity to learn how to be a human.
I was also a poor kid in a rich kids' school for three years, and I definitely relate to some of what you wrote. I recall spending weekends at some friends' luxurious mansions (we were about 16) and never once meeting their parents. They were not happy kids.
More, please! I think Part 2 will be even more interesting!
Yes, write Part 2!
More, please!