The earliest memories I have are memories of school: fighting over a toy with a fellow preschooler, learning the alphabet, and the gradual transition in difficulty from midday naps to algebra. Not surprising that those are my core memories—the pursuit of education constitutes a staggering proportion of our lives, starting when we’re in diapers and reinforced till we’re job-hunting twenty-somethings searching for the meaning of life. The routine of class, homework, and extracurriculars forms the foundation of our daily existence.
