I often think of knowledge as Rapunzel,
of college as the impenetrable tower,
and of myself as the lovestruck outsider,
begging her to let down her spines.
Each time I meet the Board of Wizards
that keep her in captivity,
They tell me that she must be fiercely guarded
Then, that they believe strongly in everyone’s eligibility to access her.
So I ask them why they keep the manual on how to storm the castle inside the castle,
Why there is a menacing, money-drinking dragon at every structure that looks like an entrance,
and the Board of Wizards,
which claims to be her foster parents
has never managed to give me
a satisfactory answer.