Wielder Of The Golden Ruler

It's that time of year again, the sun is setting earlier, the night seems cooler, the UHaul trucks are crashing into public transportation. Ahhhh, the beginning of the academic year in Boston is a time for celebration. Look at all the furniture left out on the curb by twenty year olds who just don't know how to Tetris their possessions into moving vans, collect all the obviously fake IDs by nineteen year olds who think they look more like their cousin than they actually do, isn't the air just positively ripe with entitlement?

Remember when you were in school? Not college, necessarily. Maybe high school. Remember that teacher that was absolutely miserable. How you hated h(er)(im). That teacher told you something about yourself that made you furious. And now you're older and....wait, were they right about you all along?

Either write them an apology letter explaining how, as an adult, you are now better equipped to handle their difficult truth, or tell them off for being wrong about you all along.