Bygones
Moonchild
Dr. Ingram cocked his head. “That hasn’t always been a priority for you? I mean, you had your very own newspaper article in the Georgetown Tribune two years ago for graduating at the top of your class at only sixteen years old...was that just by dumb luck? Talent? Very impressive nonetheless. I remember reading it, your family comes from a long line of very talented and prestigious people, so I wasn’t too surprised! And then you attended one of the best Ivy Leagues in the country, and I presume you’ll be going back soon? I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to have you back.”
“What it sounds like to me is...that ‘learning’ was used to please and gain the admiration of other people? Maybe that wasn't truly everything to it, but for the most part, right? Is that the only difference now? You are learning...for your own good, this time?” He glanced at the clock, they had already made a good amount of progress here in just fifteen minutes, at least, that was in his opinion.
“What it sounds like to me is...that ‘learning’ was used to please and gain the admiration of other people? Maybe that wasn't truly everything to it, but for the most part, right? Is that the only difference now? You are learning...for your own good, this time?” He glanced at the clock, they had already made a good amount of progress here in just fifteen minutes, at least, that was in his opinion.