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CHAPTER ONE The First Halls PICTURE THIS: IT’S the 1100s. You’re a monk. You live in a stone box, you wake up to bells, you read by firelight, and your job, your literal job, is copying other people's thoughts word for word. No TikTok. No air fryer. Just ink-stained fingers and a deep fear of sin. This was college. Not “college” like keg stands and lanyards. Not dorms or debt or lazy rivers on campus. The original universities were monasteries with better seating. You showed up to learn theology, debate philosophy, and, if you were feeling really wild, ask a question that might get you excommunicated. Learning wasn’t optional. It was sacred. It also wasn’t marketed. There were no pamphlets....