Everywhere I go, I feel strange.
There is nothing worse than being ashamed of parsimony or poverty.
I went to Briar Cliff College initially, and then I transferred to Georgetown University, because I was a Russian major, and I was one of two girls accepted that year. This was September 1969 - well, that would have been 1970 - into the School Of Languages And Linguistics in Georgetown.
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