<p>I think my parents taught me time management by negative example. I still remember us rushing into the car breathlessly with me, chasing to the airport for the very last mail postal flight, handing in my ED application an hour before midnight to get it postmarked in time. Snail mail and hard-copy typed apps only, in those days. I forget the details, but as I recall my essay was finished and sitting on my desk days in advance. </p>
<p>So I do recall propellers flapping in the darkness, but from the postal airplane. Actually I found it all rather exciting.</p>