AUB,

I had so many high hopes for you. Rested so many dreams on you. So many life experiences. And maybe that is where I went wrong. But isn’t that what you wanted me to do? Isn’t that what all of us do? Isn’t that why we pay so much money to be with you?

I had hoped to be challenged. I was bored.

I had hoped to be encouraged. I was subdued.

I had hoped to co-create. I was boxed off.

I had hoped for expansion. I was given limits.

And of course. I have to acknowledge that, in spite of, I have found my way.

And of course, I have to acknowledge that you aren’t entirely at fault for my three years of unhappiness.

And yet, I don’t think we are a good fit. I don’t think we were a good fit.

And yet, I still don’t know what would have been better.

All of this to say, I’m sorry, I think it might be you. Let’s agree to continue to go our separate ways. You as a stagnant institution. Me as a mere number in one of the statistics you flout.

Goodbye,

HRF