This letter is not easy to write, as I know you will never read it. But the opportunity is not unwelcome. There is so much I would like to say that I don’t know where to start.

How about the beginning? I am really angry with you. You should know that; and I shouldn’t have to explain myself, so I won’t.

You have missed so much in the past 20 years. You have missed the good and the bad, the nice and the ugly. But you have missed it all. You have missed my accomplishments and my failures (not that there have been many of those), and you have missed practically all of Alfredo’s. I don’t even think he remembers you. I can’t blame him.

I have done fairly well for myself, no thanks to you. I am fairly content with my life, even though I have been through some really hard times. I have made choices that I regret, and others that have changed my life for the best. I graduated from high school with honors, even though some said I wouldn’t even graduate. And I went to a top 10 university, not to be confused with the Big 10. And even though it was hard to do so, I graduated with a degree in Political Science. Whatever anyone says, I love UChicago, and don’t for a second regret my decision to go there. At some point, I hope to finish my MBA. In the meantime, I wish to teach. I have been wanting to teach for a long time. My goal is to teach law, but it’s slow in coming; I’ll get there.

I don’t know where life is taking me, but you are missing it. And as far as I am concerned you are the only one to blame. I wish this letter could be nicer, but I don’t really have anything nice to say to you. I very much doubt Alfredo does either. I have learned one thing in the past 20 years that I could possibly credit you with: never quit.

Until the next time I am berating your name,