A small, liberal-arts college in Oregon, that is meant for kids
"who love learning for learning's sake." Some people will label them as "nerds" today, as they study hard and have no varsity athletics. However, they are the leaders of the future. They are all incredibly intelligent and quirky. They are the leaders of tomorrow. Big jocks who hate academics stay away, for you will never understand what it takes to be a "Reedie."
That kidgot a 35 on his ACT? No wonder he's going to Reed College.
A sanctum sanctorum of overprivileged children who love to talk about how intellectual and hard-working they are because that’s the only pitiable thing they can feel good about themselves. Its professors are mediocre, the most of whom hide behind a defense screen of taciturn professionalism. The city of Portland where it's at also suffers from a racism is deep but repressed and thus passive-aggressive in expression. Reed is also an off-leash area for sad dog-walkers who yearn for that plastic human connection of someone patting their dog and telling them how cute they are.
"Doesn't he know that Reed College is one of the most progressive colleges in the US? That's why we talk about a communist revolution but turn up our noses and call the CSO we so much hate when a homeless dares come wondering onto our campus."
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)