I wished I was good at it. I was homeschooled until I was 14, so my grandfather had complete control of what I learned. Then he threw me into one of the top boarding schools in Connecticut, and I found out pretty quickly that I really wasn't anywhere near the level of most of the other girls. I never really caught up.

She finds that she's pushing the olive round her glass and decides that lighting up a cigarette would be a better way to occupy her hands.]

I guess I've always kind of envied college types.