I could go home to my quaintly conservative farm town, stand up at a town meeting/church service/high school assembly, and say, “Hey all, remember me? Of course you do, I was the overachieving valedictorian who went off to an Ivy League school. Well, I just wanted to let you know that I’m bisexual, I’m a Gender & Sexuality Studies major, and I haven’t even considered taking a math or science class since senior year!”

Ha. Or not.

Funny how the same things that make me a dime a dozen here at school would be completely shocking back home.

(Well, now that everyone knows where I go to school…H+Y+P are not the only Ivies, gosh darnit!)