You climbed the Sevenfold Tower in a thunderstorm to see the light that played among its many tines. What you saw there you've never told a single soul.
Professors warned you to stay within the rules, not to meddle in matters you lack the context to comprehend. Yet you were the first in your class to wake a corpse from slumber. Admittedly, it attacked the freshman dorms and started a zombie plague that almost infected the whole school. Nobody tied that to you, though! At least, not officially.
You learned the Hidden Names of Professor Halcyon. You found six of the seven Immaterial Volumes of the Great Library. You think you caught a glimpse of God—or, a God at least—in the outer reaches of the astral plane. Once.
You were probably a bit unhinged. But damn if you weren't unhinged in style.
The Hidden Schools were a realm of darkness and study, but no one ever accused the students there of monastic discipline. What pleasures did you indulge in? What loves? What faces, what bodies, reflect in the falling shards of what used to be yourself?