<p>Okay, I know this isn’t exactly like those “I walked to school four miles in the snow…” but I do remember the punch cards and how insane it was at my big state U to run around the gymnasium, only to wait in long lines, only to find that you couldn’t actually get into any classes other than those starting at 8 a.m.–and all in conflict with each other. The very idea that I could read the printed catalog and figure out what classes were required is astonishing as I don’t actually think my U had any academic advisers. Oh my.</p>