I have never liked Lawrence and regularly detest it, so I do not imagine the place likes me either.
I have made friends and enemies, have loved and been loved. I have figured things out. Many lucks and many regrets.
The Lawrence Bubble is its reality and The Lawrence Difference is its myth, both narrow-minded and self-deceptive at heart.
It is not a place that nurtures the value of argument and of endless brooding. But at the end of the day, in a place full of lousy arguments and small talks, you learn to argue with yourself. As of May 18, 2013.
(The Circus has a predecessor, a militant, bitchy rather than a playful one, War Against the Lawrence Banality.)