At first I didn't feel guilty, but as time passed and when reason returned to me, I felt the pangs of remorse. This is not a specific event, but rather a vast set of misdeeds. I call it my high school career. I was a poor student and put very little effort into my work. Assignment after assignment, I gradually fell behind, but I never felt bad. Because of my work ethic, frankly, I go to Hofstra. I never realized how latent my reason was until one night at a party I asked a girl where she was going to college. He said Harvard and I said Hofstra. “At least they sound the same,” he noted. I had never felt so embarrassed in my life. Hofstra is a decent university, but it's only decent. Since that night I have felt infinitely guilty, when my sanity returned and I realized that I should have worked harder in high school. For a certain period I committed a moral error by not working, without even knowing it; but, as Kant explained, I was “out of the loop,” because reason had abandoned me. But now it's back, now I know that my duty is to work hard to achieve this goal