Alma Mater (I) - Video meliora, proboque: deteriora sequor

Back at my alma mater, I think about my former self. Naive, gauche, insensitive, inconsiderate. (And I still am, with less excuse now.)

But I do not like this stranger, this younger me. Would he like me? With his idealism, he would despise my compromises and accommodations, my cynicism, my smugness.

How lucky we don't know each other.

"(Oh, Mr Best,) where did it all go wrong?"