
In graduate school, my social psychology professor began our first class with a real-time experiment. He asked us to get into pairs and then designate one person in the group A and the other B. He then instructed all the As to think about what it took for them to get into undergraduate schools with a focus on the role of circumstance and other people. After a moment's thought my partner delivered a stirring tale. Fate, the generosity of mentors, family and strangers and an impressive legacy weaving together a veritable Cinderella story, with her Stanford degree as the prized glass slipper. The professor then invited the Bs to share their stories but to take a moment to think about the role that hard work and perseverance had played in our stories. I described numerous extracurriculars, honors classes and the late nights that they required; independent research and hours on the Internet daily researching colleges on continents I had never set foot on; hunting down recommendations from teachers who had never written them and guidance counselors who knew nothing about University in the United States. When I was done, I had the strange feeling of telling someone else's story. I wanted to find him and congratulate him on a job well done!