It is 1995. I sit for elementary school graduation exams, to signal my class to future observers. It has been three years since I exited the US, and my career at this point is oriented around going back.
It is 2001. Despite my lack of effort, I manage to get into college and leave Malaysia. I arrive at college in the US and find myself surrounded by rich, happy, but apparently unintelligent people. I start digging myself in for a period of study, expecting it to take extra effort.
It is 2005. It is time to graduate. I had considered aborting my studies after two years, as the institution did not have a syllabus which I deemed appropriate for my interests in the architecture of education systems in general. But a dean had said I was expected to complete the iteration, so I obliged. I have been waiting for two years, to surround myself with poorer people in a commercial environment, in order to learn about that. This is how I return to Malaysia.
It is 2023. I have spent countless hours sitting with, and working among poor people. The previous two years particularly, have not been so poor, because I had been focused on earnings to pay back some debt I had incurred from a prior venture. But the time has come to consolidate my interests once again. So I begin a sabbatical.
Two years later, I find myself reflecting upon this process. The US is in turmoil. I remain observant without too many conclusive thoughts.
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