When Charlotte Silver's novel, Bennington Girls Are Easy, first blipped onto my radar, I didn't think much of it. One thing I've learned from being a "Bennington Girl"-- I prefer "woman"-- is not to take things too personally. Everyone should be able to laugh at themselves, right?
I consider teaching to be a privilege, and consider myself lucky to have loved my job. Shepherding talents like DeLeo's, witnessing her insight, hard work, growth and self-rescue, there is no greater satisfaction for a teacher than this.
There's a trope from the last century (circa 1972) that if you do what you love the rest will follow. The rest, supposedly, is money. Or happiness. Or fame. Immortality, maybe. Transcendence. Illlumination. Eternal salvation.