In the first term of my freshman year in college, I signed up for a
breezy little one-hour seminar class held in the conference room of my
dorm. It was called To Be Young, A Woman and a Scholar, one of
those classes most parents paying full tuition refer to snidely as
"classes" and even worse, the guys in the next dorm over called recess.
But then, they could take a "class" that investigated the significance
of baseball in the movies, so the name-calling was really all more
playground taunts than substantive. Regardless of how I did hop, skip
and jump into perhaps the easiest A-grade of all time, it was a class
that changed the course of my studies. The shift occured the day I was
the only person in class to raise my hand when asked who considered
themselves to be all three -- young, a woman and a scholar. The steep
turn came the next day when I was introduced to Elizabeth Cady Stanton.
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