Difficult to say. The Harvester was admitted to Harvard and is waiting to hear back and deciding between a few other schools. However, the Harvester feels that Texas is who they are. Leaving the rolling plains, the smell of barbecue on the front porch, the glorious sunsets that stream down from the heavens with drops of milk sparkling across the sky... The Harvester is a Harvester not because of what they are, but the land that has nourished them. As an act of gratitude, would one not nurture the very fields that made the milk they suckled on as a wee child?
We shall see. A difficult decision it shall be.