Shooting the Rapids
Anthony Esolen on Manhood in the Making
The summer before my eighth grade, a couple of young men from town showed up at our door, asking my parents if they could talk to us about my enrolling in something they called the “Higher Achievement Program” at the local Jesuit high school. They had heard, they said, that I was very bright, and they thought I’d be a great addition to the program. I actually thought that somehow they were recruiting my assistance, so for this once in my boyhood vanity overcame shyness and I agreed.
I now see it was a “day camp,” for six weeks, for about fifty or sixty kids, a . . .