the massachusetts instititute of technology of fered him a scholarship anyway . he was eighteen when he got on the plane to to boston . his mother gave him two ham sandwiches so he wouldn't have to eat airplane food . his father gave him a silver -chased mechanical pencil . he wrote down his solutions with that pencil forever after .
MIT appeared to bustle with sude3nt life , but in fact it was a lonely place where a lot young people like himself , wearing spevs , walked around in the same pair of jeans for days and ate alonre in cheap eateries , punching calculators and hunching under the weight of their backpacks .elliott wasn't free to think anymore ; he had to take classes in areas of knowledge thatbored him , like english literature , and he spent a lot of time eating pizza and hiding out the first year . his dorm room . a high -rise on memorial drive , was always too hot from the central heating , and he shared the room with a social misfit from minneapolis who talked even less than hre did and dropped out during the second part of his sophomore year leaving behind an empty bed and a starker silence .
elliott tried out for crew , but confronted wit the unfamiliar currents of the muddy charles , he blew the tryouts, the broad shoulders he had developed rowing across the cove at home slumped and his neck was out most the winter . he stayed through the winter break and caught a semipermanent cold from the foreign bugs of the east coast . he missed his father and mother and wrote them endless e-mails .
his mother died suddenly , a heart attack . he spent the summer at home , trying to help hisfather cope .it was so cold that second wnter at MIT that elliott almost gave up and went home . but then something happened that made weather and thoughts of home irrelevan6t.
MIT appeared to bustle with sude3nt life , but in fact it was a lonely place where a lot young people like himself , wearing spevs , walked around in the same pair of jeans for days and ate alonre in cheap eateries , punching calculators and hunching under the weight of their backpacks .elliott wasn't free to think anymore ; he had to take classes in areas of knowledge thatbored him , like english literature , and he spent a lot of time eating pizza and hiding out the first year . his dorm room . a high -rise on memorial drive , was always too hot from the central heating , and he shared the room with a social misfit from minneapolis who talked even less than hre did and dropped out during the second part of his sophomore year leaving behind an empty bed and a starker silence .
elliott tried out for crew , but confronted wit the unfamiliar currents of the muddy charles , he blew the tryouts, the broad shoulders he had developed rowing across the cove at home slumped and his neck was out most the winter . he stayed through the winter break and caught a semipermanent cold from the foreign bugs of the east coast . he missed his father and mother and wrote them endless e-mails .
his mother died suddenly , a heart attack . he spent the summer at home , trying to help hisfather cope .it was so cold that second wnter at MIT that elliott almost gave up and went home . but then something happened that made weather and thoughts of home irrelevan6t.
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