In 1976, I graduated third in my class of around 650, was awarded the prize for top English student, earned a 5 on the AP English exam, 99% SAT, and earned a scholarship to beauty school – my top choice. I took a break from beauty school to go to college (to help a friend) and endured a soul-sucking career in IT for 37 years but, now that I’m retired, I’m thinking it would be fun to work in a salon and get back to what I always wanted to do. I guess I just wasn’t “college material.”
Yes, and filling a large brown shopping bag full of the “chads,” slipping the open end under someone’s door, and jumping on the bag to blow a million pieces of confetti into the room. Good times. 