Lost in the Meritocracy: The Undereducation of an Overachiever

And so, belatedly, haltingly, accidentally, and quite implausibly and incredibly, it began at last: my education.

肺炎夜封住反绩优弧，plot 90。

Well, wherever you go,” he said, “skip the drinking games, don’t buy acid or uppers on the street, and always—I want you to promise—wear a rubber.

过渡导师声口准，cast 87。

With one drop of blood, the workshop became a hunt.

课堂猎杀加速，pace 88。

Flexibility, irony, self-consciousness, contrarianism. They’d gotten me through Princeton

列举刀口利，prose 92。

stuck behind a lumbering Case tractor in the land of grain silos and barns where my family lives on a small farm that we cultivate, Amish style, with a team of horses

舞台布景式西部，world 89。

a few of my closest buddies seal their fates by opening pint bottles of cherry schnapps the moment we leave the high-school parking lot.

筛选日自毁开场，hook 94。

about the new class that the system had created, which I was now part of, for better or for worse. The class that runs things.

绩优阶级自觉，innov 90。

Instead of filling in the blanks, I wanted to be a blank and be filled in.

反填空收束，ending 93。