A week ago, I passed as a University of North Carolina Asheville (UNCA) student at their annual scholarship banquet. After pretending to feel indignant for being excluded from their guest list I was given a table where I sat with corporate defense lawyers who had donated money to UNCA, UNCA’s Director of Development and three other students.

Incognito, I heard a conversation about our college.

When I told these folks that I wished I had gone to Warren Wilson, they told me that at least at UNCA I don’t have to work in the dirt. ...

...what I tend to encounter when I’m out engaging the “real” world are people who think Warren Wilson is nothing but a farm school, or sometimes a day-care center for hippies. Although partially true, it’s unfortunate that we have such a bite-sized reputation. This place, this life, is so much more. ...