Lee took exception to many students & faculty present on the university’s campus.  He wasn’t from their world of prestige and privilege, and he knew that.  Worst of all: they knew it too.  They could tell he wasn’t ‘one of them’, and this was a world he’d never belong to; a world that didn’t want him.  He knew they looked down their noses at him.  They didn’t see a person, they saw a subordinate: a subspecies.  Was Lee destined to a life of servitude behind these ivy-covered prison walls?  It’s beginning to feel like he’s not welcome anywhere.  Lee wasn’t always this way.  He used to be a social guy.  He was voted ‘Class Clown’ in 8th grade.  There didn’t seem to be much to laugh about now.