Way back in 1982, in the spring, I announced that I didn’t really want to go to college. This was after I’d gotten a couple of partial scholarship offers. I’d always hated school, so why continue? To get a job in something besides a restaurant, that’s why. With no mechanical or sales aptitude, I didn’t have much of a choice. Graduated in four years even though I didn’t like college either, repeated the same routine with grad school, and finished my Master’s in two years. Now I get to see what happens with my oldest “bright slacker” son next year.