HIGH ON HIGHER EDUCATION – PART ONE

This blog is a story, a deviation from my usual blog theme.

On May 16th, 1998, I was graduated from a world-class university, the culmination of six years of study, part-time and full-time, at a community college and said university.

Part one tells about some of the humorous events that took place during those years.

When I called my high school to request transcripts, the voice on the phone said, “1937 ? Those records are in the basement. It will take some time to get them.” In three weeks the community college had my records.

Dear Wife accompanied me to meet the Dean of Admissions at the university. “Just the two of you ?” he said, “Where's the student?” “I'm the student,” I said. His response was, “Wow.

The university's Public Relations Department selected the 1997/1998 theme Resources for a Lifetime, to emphasize the university's openness to students of all ages. I was chosen to represent the “older” student. As I was to play out that role on the televised shows (shown at all sporting events), the departmental contact wanted to know my age. When I told her, she screamed, “My god, I've hit the jackpot!”

As the fall semester began, I received invitations to get-acquainted activities for new students, one of which was a pumpkin-carving-party. I also had many notices from Realtors, advertising available apartments, all of which I politely refused, desiring to spend my free time with Dear Wife.

Next week's blog will be about the meaningful role of the older student on campus.

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