Stupid Questions
THERE ARE NO STUPID QUESTIONS? ON THE CONTRARY, THAT IS MY FAVORITE KIND OF QUESTION. If you haven’t guessed from my previous columns, I grew up in small-town America. My graduating class, in a school district comprising two towns, consisted of 14 seniors. The very first lecture that I attended in college had more students in it than the entire high school student body back home. It was two weeks into that class when I realized I was out of my depth. The professor stood at the chalkboard, scribbling equations and plowing through the course material, barely glancing at the students. I watched those students taking notes furiously while I felt I was falling further and further behind. I had already begun to wonder if my first semester of college would be…