Presenting at recent conferences, I hear myself arguing that this medium enables schools to tell the truth, yet as I review recent Corners, I see I'm guilty of spinning the positive. No, life for Proctor students is not a matter of fun and games.
The harsh reality is that academic work seems like an endless set of hurdles and mounting challenges. If John's test is in a course on scribbling, smudgy erasures and curlicues, he's in great shape:
At 5:30 AM on Fridays, when they should be sleeping, members of a campus cabal of sadomasochists cut a watery grave on Elbow Pond, get sweaty in a wood-fired sauna, and leap in.
When my shutter caught Adam wasting time with a magazine during study hall, he grabbed a textbook and asked me to shoot this image of posed concentration for the benefit of his parents.
But I won't be a part of the deceit! Let he truth be known!
