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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 by @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/SXLKBJQoxf

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🔵 I Was Scammed. My Father's Response Freed Me. What he gave me was better than advice—and better than money | @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/AHO5TjnARx

For much of my life, I thought what I needed most from my father was his approval. It took one of the biggest mistakes of my life to realize I needed something else entirely.

Chasing a Different Life
I was thirty years old, six months removed from finishing my Ph.D. at Stanford, and completely burned out on academic life. For years, I had immersed myself in Russian literature and a dissertation that seemed endless. I’d done everything I was supposed to do. Yet I was miserable. Now I wanted something entirely different.

I wanted to be seen. Graduate school had left me exhausted and uncertain, and success on a larger stage seemed like a shortcut to proving myself once and for all. So when an opportunity appeared that seemed to offer exactly that, I took it.

While working in communications for a Silicon Valley startup, I’d developed a fascination with acting and media. My job was to get other people onto radio and television shows. Secretly, I wanted to be the person on those shows...

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🔵 Why Words Matter: How Calling Himself a “Scholar” Changed His Life | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/iU0109BriA

One of the questions that animates moments like graduation is not just what we’ve accomplished, but who we are becoming. I was reminded of that in a place far removed from any graduation stage.

Let me take you there.

A few years ago, a sixteen-year-old at a juvenile correctional center asked me a question I’ve never forgotten.

What followed changed the way I think about identity and about what graduation is really meant to recognize.

My newest essay is about one young man, one word, and a question we all confront at moments of transition:

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

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🔵 I Took a Risk in My Jail Classroom | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/HkCmm3VFXh

What happened when honesty didn’t lead where I expected—and I stayed anyway...

I looked around the circle. Kory slouched low, elbows on his knees. Dustin scratched his beard. A few of the older guys watched me closely.

We had been meeting for a couple of weeks, reading Crime and Punishment in the jail classroom. The conversations had begun to heat up as the men took more risks, sharing pieces of themselves and their pasts.

And I had a sudden feeling: maybe it was time I gave something back.

Taking the Risk
“There’s something I want to tell you,” I said. “In third grade, I started a forest fire.” I was nine years old, reckless and drawn to danger in ways I didn’t yet understand.

They laughed at first. They thought I was joking.

“I love fire, too!” Kory, a 23-year-old Black American man with a bright smile, blurted out. “I ain’t never set no forest on fire, but I almost burned down my house.”

I felt an instant connection with him. I was emboldened to share more...

Read more: https://t.co/HkCmm3VFXh

Free to read and subscribe.

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🔵 I Took a Risk in My Jail Classroom | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/HkCmm3VFXh

What happened when honesty didn’t lead where I expected—and I stayed anyway...

I looked around the circle. Kory slouched low, elbows on his knees. Dustin scratched his beard. A few of the older guys watched me closely.

We had been meeting for a couple of weeks, reading Crime and Punishment in the jail classroom. The conversations had begun to heat up as the men took more risks, sharing pieces of themselves and their pasts.

And I had a sudden feeling: maybe it was time I gave something back.

Taking the Risk
“There’s something I want to tell you,” I said. “In third grade, I started a forest fire.” I was nine years old, reckless and drawn to danger in ways I didn’t yet understand.

They laughed at first. They thought I was joking.

“I love fire, too!” Kory, a 23-year-old Black American man with a bright smile, blurted out. “I ain’t never set no forest on fire, but I almost burned down my house.”

I felt an instant connection with him. I was emboldened to share more...

Read more: https://t.co/HkCmm3VFXh

Free to read and subscribe.

@bsgspeakers

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🔵 Why Words Matter: How Calling Himself a “Scholar” Changed His Life | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/iU0109BriA

One of the questions that animates moments like graduation is not just what we’ve accomplished, but who we are becoming. I was reminded of that in a place far removed from any graduation stage.

Let me take you there.

A few years ago, a sixteen-year-old at a juvenile correctional center asked me a question I’ve never forgotten.

What followed changed the way I think about identity and about what graduation is really meant to recognize.

My newest essay is about one young man, one word, and a question we all confront at moments of transition:

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

Please click to read the rest. https://t.co/iU0109BriA

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🔵 I Was Scammed. My Father's Response Freed Me. What he gave me was better than advice—and better than money | @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/AHO5TjnARx

For much of my life, I thought what I needed most from my father was his approval. It took one of the biggest mistakes of my life to realize I needed something else entirely.

Chasing a Different Life
I was thirty years old, six months removed from finishing my Ph.D. at Stanford, and completely burned out on academic life. For years, I had immersed myself in Russian literature and a dissertation that seemed endless. I’d done everything I was supposed to do. Yet I was miserable. Now I wanted something entirely different.

I wanted to be seen. Graduate school had left me exhausted and uncertain, and success on a larger stage seemed like a shortcut to proving myself once and for all. So when an opportunity appeared that seemed to offer exactly that, I took it.

While working in communications for a Silicon Valley startup, I’d developed a fascination with acting and media. My job was to get other people onto radio and television shows. Secretly, I wanted to be the person on those shows...

Click to read the rest. Free to read and subscribe. https://t.co/AHO5TjnARx

[Andrew D. Kaufman ✍️ @andrewdkaufman]

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🔵 I Took a Risk in My Jail Classroom | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/HkCmm3VFXh

What happened when honesty didn’t lead where I expected—and I stayed anyway...

I looked around the circle. Kory slouched low, elbows on his knees. Dustin scratched his beard. A few of the older guys watched me closely.

We had been meeting for a couple of weeks, reading Crime and Punishment in the jail classroom. The conversations had begun to heat up as the men took more risks, sharing pieces of themselves and their pasts.

And I had a sudden feeling: maybe it was time I gave something back.

Taking the Risk
“There’s something I want to tell you,” I said. “In third grade, I started a forest fire.” I was nine years old, reckless and drawn to danger in ways I didn’t yet understand.

They laughed at first. They thought I was joking.

“I love fire, too!” Kory, a 23-year-old Black American man with a bright smile, blurted out. “I ain’t never set no forest on fire, but I almost burned down my house.”

I felt an instant connection with him. I was emboldened to share more...

Read more: https://t.co/HkCmm3VFXh

Free to read and subscribe.

@bsgspeakers

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🔵 Why Words Matter: How Calling Himself a “Scholar” Changed His Life | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/iU0109BriA

One of the questions that animates moments like graduation is not just what we’ve accomplished, but who we are becoming. I was reminded of that in a place far removed from any graduation stage.

Let me take you there.

A few years ago, a sixteen-year-old at a juvenile correctional center asked me a question I’ve never forgotten.

What followed changed the way I think about identity and about what graduation is really meant to recognize.

My newest essay is about one young man, one word, and a question we all confront at moments of transition:

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

Please click to read the rest. https://t.co/iU0109BriA

[Andrew D. Kaufman ✍️ @andrewdkaufman]

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🔵 I Was Scammed. My Father's Response Freed Me. What he gave me was better than advice—and better than money | @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/AHO5TjnARx

For much of my life, I thought what I needed most from my father was his approval. It took one of the biggest mistakes of my life to realize I needed something else entirely.

Chasing a Different Life
I was thirty years old, six months removed from finishing my Ph.D. at Stanford, and completely burned out on academic life. For years, I had immersed myself in Russian literature and a dissertation that seemed endless. I’d done everything I was supposed to do. Yet I was miserable. Now I wanted something entirely different.

I wanted to be seen. Graduate school had left me exhausted and uncertain, and success on a larger stage seemed like a shortcut to proving myself once and for all. So when an opportunity appeared that seemed to offer exactly that, I took it.

While working in communications for a Silicon Valley startup, I’d developed a fascination with acting and media. My job was to get other people onto radio and television shows. Secretly, I wanted to be the person on those shows...

Click to read the rest. Free to read and subscribe. https://t.co/AHO5TjnARx

[Andrew D. Kaufman ✍️ @andrewdkaufman]

#MondayBlogs

🔵 I Was Scammed. My Father's Response Freed Me. What he gave me was better than advice—and better than money | @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/AHO5TjnARx

For much of my life, I thought what I needed most from my father was his approval. It took one of the biggest mistakes of my life to realize I needed something else entirely.

Chasing a Different Life
I was thirty years old, six months removed from finishing my Ph.D. at Stanford, and completely burned out on academic life. For years, I had immersed myself in Russian literature and a dissertation that seemed endless. I’d done everything I was supposed to do. Yet I was miserable. Now I wanted something entirely different.

I wanted to be seen. Graduate school had left me exhausted and uncertain, and success on a larger stage seemed like a shortcut to proving myself once and for all. So when an opportunity appeared that seemed to offer exactly that, I took it.

While working in communications for a Silicon Valley startup, I’d developed a fascination with acting and media. My job was to get other people onto radio and television shows. Secretly, I wanted to be the person on those shows...

Click to read the rest. Free to read and subscribe. https://t.co/AHO5TjnARx

[Andrew D. Kaufman ✍️ @andrewdkaufman]

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🔵 Why Words Matter: How Calling Himself a “Scholar” Changed His Life | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/iU0109BriA

One of the questions that animates moments like graduation is not just what we’ve accomplished, but who we are becoming. I was reminded of that in a place far removed from any graduation stage.

Let me take you there.

A few years ago, a sixteen-year-old at a juvenile correctional center asked me a question I’ve never forgotten.

What followed changed the way I think about identity and about what graduation is really meant to recognize.

My newest essay is about one young man, one word, and a question we all confront at moments of transition:

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

Please click to read the rest. https://t.co/iU0109BriA

[Andrew D. Kaufman ✍️ @andrewdkaufman]

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🔵 Why Words Matter: How Calling Himself a “Scholar” Changed His Life | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/iU0109BriA

One of the questions that animates moments like graduation is not just what we’ve accomplished, but who we are becoming. I was reminded of that in a place far removed from any graduation stage.

Let me take you there.

A few years ago, a sixteen-year-old at a juvenile correctional center asked me a question I’ve never forgotten.

What followed changed the way I think about identity and about what graduation is really meant to recognize.

My newest essay is about one young man, one word, and a question we all confront at moments of transition:

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

Please click to read the rest. https://t.co/iU0109BriA

[Andrew D. Kaufman ✍️ @andrewdkaufman]

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🔵 I Was Scammed. My Father's Response Freed Me. What he gave me was better than advice—and better than money | @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/AHO5TjnARx

For much of my life, I thought what I needed most from my father was his approval. It took one of the biggest mistakes of my life to realize I needed something else entirely.

Chasing a Different Life
I was thirty years old, six months removed from finishing my Ph.D. at Stanford, and completely burned out on academic life. For years, I had immersed myself in Russian literature and a dissertation that seemed endless. I’d done everything I was supposed to do. Yet I was miserable. Now I wanted something entirely different.

I wanted to be seen. Graduate school had left me exhausted and uncertain, and success on a larger stage seemed like a shortcut to proving myself once and for all. So when an opportunity appeared that seemed to offer exactly that, I took it.

While working in communications for a Silicon Valley startup, I’d developed a fascination with acting and media. My job was to get other people onto radio and television shows. Secretly, I wanted to be the person on those shows...

Click to read the rest. Free to read and subscribe. https://t.co/AHO5TjnARx

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He who knows all the answers has not been asked all the questions.

~ Confucius

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🔵 Why Words Matter: How Calling Himself a “Scholar” Changed His Life | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/iU0109BriA

One of the questions that animates moments like graduation is not just what we’ve accomplished, but who we are becoming. I was reminded of that in a place far removed from any graduation stage.

Let me take you there.

A few years ago, a sixteen-year-old at a juvenile correctional center asked me a question I’ve never forgotten.

What followed changed the way I think about identity and about what graduation is really meant to recognize.

My newest essay is about one young man, one word, and a question we all confront at moments of transition:

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

Please click to read the rest. https://t.co/iU0109BriA

[Andrew D. Kaufman ✍️ @andrewdkaufman]

#MondayBlogs

🔵 I Took a Risk in My Jail Classroom | Dr. @AndrewDKaufman https://t.co/HkCmm3VFXh

What happened when honesty didn’t lead where I expected—and I stayed anyway...

I looked around the circle. Kory slouched low, elbows on his knees. Dustin scratched his beard. A few of the older guys watched me closely.

We had been meeting for a couple of weeks, reading Crime and Punishment in the jail classroom. The conversations had begun to heat up as the men took more risks, sharing pieces of themselves and their pasts.

And I had a sudden feeling: maybe it was time I gave something back.

Taking the Risk
“There’s something I want to tell you,” I said. “In third grade, I started a forest fire.” I was nine years old, reckless and drawn to danger in ways I didn’t yet understand.

They laughed at first. They thought I was joking.

“I love fire, too!” Kory, a 23-year-old Black American man with a bright smile, blurted out. “I ain’t never set no forest on fire, but I almost burned down my house.”

I felt an instant connection with him. I was emboldened to share more...

Read more: https://t.co/HkCmm3VFXh

Free to read and subscribe.

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