I fell yesterday, as one does, into a rabbit hole of the recent news - this one labeled “Over 100 Arrested at Columbia” that turned out to lead me back to Pomona College. I have almost entirely fond memories of Pomona, where I was an admissions officer in the early 1990s. It was my first real job, a place where I worked among remarkable colleagues and for a smart and supportive boss who equally was extremely direct when he needed to be (and arguably sometimes when he didn’t need to be). I thought work would always be like that, and while I don’t exactly regret leaving, it is the case that as far as jobs, I’ve never had it so good. And on top of that, we were in the paradise of California where, at least on the days when the air was clear enough, you could look up and see the San Gabriels.
my other old school
my other old school
my other old school
I fell yesterday, as one does, into a rabbit hole of the recent news - this one labeled “Over 100 Arrested at Columbia” that turned out to lead me back to Pomona College. I have almost entirely fond memories of Pomona, where I was an admissions officer in the early 1990s. It was my first real job, a place where I worked among remarkable colleagues and for a smart and supportive boss who equally was extremely direct when he needed to be (and arguably sometimes when he didn’t need to be). I thought work would always be like that, and while I don’t exactly regret leaving, it is the case that as far as jobs, I’ve never had it so good. And on top of that, we were in the paradise of California where, at least on the days when the air was clear enough, you could look up and see the San Gabriels.