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Oh, where to begin. Myname is Professor eleanor Rigby, a humble
teacher of medieval literature, And letme tell you about the time I visited
the castle of my wealthier student,Alexander fitzwilliam the Third. Yes, you
heard that right, a castle,not a house, not a mansion,
but a full blown stone walled turrethaving castle. The invitation came on a
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gilded card, smelling faintly of oldmoney and privilege. Alexander or alex as
he insisted I call him, despitemy protests that mister Fitzwilliams seemed more appropriate
for our relationship, had been anenthusiastic, if somewhat distracted student in my
class. His final paper was due, and he claimed he needed a bit
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of guidance from his favorite professor.Flattery will get you everywhere, apparently including
into a castle. The drive upto the castle was like entering a different
epoch. I half expected a drawbridgeand a moat, but instead was greeted
by a security booth with guards wholooked like they could bench press my car.
As I approached the main entrance,alex clad in what can only be
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described as modern day royalty casual,which apparently includes a cashmere sweater tied nonchalantly
around the shoulders. Welcomed me withthe kind of hug reserved for long lost
relatives or people who save your life. Inside the castle was a curious blend
of medieval architecture and ultra modern conveniences. A suit of armor held an iPad
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that controlled the lighting and sound systemsfor ambiance, Alex explained with a grin.
We proceeded to his study, whichlooked more like a library from a
fantasy novel, complete with a globethat, to my absolute delight and horror,
opened to reveal a mini bar.As we sat down to discuss his
paper on the thematic significance of dragonsin Medieval literature, Alex's butler, Higgins,
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because of course his butler was namedHiggins, brought in refreshments. I
was expecting tea or coffee, butno, we were served a vintage red
wine that probably cost more than mycar. Helps the ideas flow, Alex
winked. Midway through our discussion,which was more of a monologue on my
part about the importance of original thoughtin academic writing. Alex had a moment
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of inspiration Professor Rigby. He exclaimed. To truly understand the life of medieval
royalty, you must experience it.Let's have dinner in the Great Hall.
Before I knew it, I wassitting at a long oak table that could
easily seat a hundred, dining ona feast that would make Henry the fee
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green with envy. There were coursesI couldn't name, served by staff who
were as efficient as they were silent. Alex, in his infinite wisdom,
had decided that this was the perfectambiance to discuss the socioeconomic implications of dragon
law on medieval society. As theevening wore on and I navigated the complexities
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of using what seemed like fifteen differentfourks, I realized that this experience,
as surreal as it was, provideda unique insight into the lives of the
historical figures I'd spent my career studyingthat. And I also realized that Alex
might actually have been paying attention inmy class, as his insights into dragon
law were surprisingly astute, albeit deliveredbetween bites of food I couldn't pronounce.
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The night ended with a tour ofthe castle's grounds, which included a moonlit
walk through what Alex casually referred toas the smaller garden. By the time
I returned to the realm of academiaand my modest apartment, I was not
only stuffed with food and medieval facts, but also with stories that would fuel
my lectures and dinner parties for yearsto come. So there you have it,
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my unexpected foray into the life ofthe absurdly wealthy courtesy of my student's
castle. It was a night oflearning, laughter, and a little bit
of luxury, proving once again thateducation can indeed come from the most unexpected
of places.