<p>I wrote this for my older daughter:</p>
<p>Fencing Was Her Downfall</p>
<p>Northampton Gazette – January 27, 2013</p>
<p>Northampton, MA: Smith College graduate Myrtle Sligh remembers the day that she began her long slide down to homelessness, alcohol and drug addiction, and despair.</p>
<p>“It all began with my B minus in fencing,” she said, clapping her gloved hands together in an oversized black down jacket, and rocking from leg to leg trying to keep warm in the sub-zero temperature. “If only I’d taken it pass-fail.”</p>
<p>Sligh, a 2008 Smith College graduate, seemed on her way to a brilliant career as a musicologist and composer. But the seed of her destruction was planted with the B minus she received in the second term of her first year at Smith.</p>
<p>“I don’t know what I was thinking,” she shivered in the icy wind, “I was always pretty klutzy, and I had just gotten my first pair of glasses.”</p>
<p>Sligh maintained virtually a straight-A average during the rest of her career at one of the nation’s leading women’s colleges. Her choral piece “Arut Perum Jyothi”, a setting of a Tamil religious lyric, was even nominated for a Pulitzer Prize. But the B minus in fencing destroyed much of her inner confidence, even as she received praise from all of her teachers.</p>
<p>“I really didn’t believe them,” said Sligh, “I thought only the fencing teacher was really being honest with me.” Sligh became addicted to herbal anti-depressants, and later, a penchant for cheap red wine that she picked up at the Smith College Center in Florence, Italy, where she spent her junior year.</p>
<p>Sligh’s cumulative grade point average left her .000027 from being named valedictorian in 2008. Her graduate school applications, however, betrayed her insecurities, and she was rejected from each of her top three choices, ending up with an acceptance to Muskogee State University in Bilgewater, Oklahoma, where she spent only one semester before the trauma caused by her B minus got the better of her.</p>
<p>“I had nightmares every night about being stabbed in the eye, and the foil going straight through and scrambling my brain cells,” she stated. “Still do. And it gets even worse when I try to work. I hear voices singing, “You are not worthy. You are not worthy.” And I think they are right.”</p>
<p>Sligh returned to Northampton, where she was employed briefly by Pioneer Valley Transportation Authority to compose music that would drive loitering teens away from the transit station. Sadly, they seemed to like the music, causing the PVTA much grief, and eventually earning Sligh her pink slip. She has lived under the overpass in downtown Northampton for the last three years, which she shares with three dogs and a stuffed goose name Tegucigalpa. She says she and the goose have seen better days together. “I really was once a very happy person,” she stated, “but look at me now.”</p>
<p>Reached for comment, her mother Marjorie Finkelbacher, R.N., noted, “I told her to take it pass-fail, but she just wouldn’t listen.”</p>
<p>Now Sligh spends most of every day at the corner of Pleasant and Main Streets in Northampton, watching new generations of Smith students pass her by. In front of her on the snowy pavement, she keeps a little tin cup, and a sign scrawled in green ink on cardboard, reading, “Please help. Will compose for food.”</p>