Moving on, I point to a twenty-something guy in an expensive, stylish button-down in the front row. “What does this mean to you?” His smile is cocky. He reminds me of myself ten years ago, and I have no doubt he’ll say something witty to get a reaction from the other students. “That I wasted a lot of money on textbooks for this course?” he says. On cue, laughter circles the hall, and I praise his cleverness with a wry smile. “Your wardrobe states your parents can afford it.”
