1. One Thousand Apologies - Part 4


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    college – two years down, two to go, and I really needed to bring my grades up that year. I never was much of a morning person. In high school I would wake up thirty minutes before the bus arrived, and after having suffered through the ignominy in my freshman of having required courses at 8:30 a.m., I never again scheduled a class before 10:30. I had three classes each an hour long, on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and two classes, each an hour and a half, on Tuesday and Thursday. The campus was cut out of a wooded area on the edge of the suburbs, making it a popular destination for in-state students from Pittsburgh or Philadelphia, and also for a few out-of-staters. On the downside, at nearly 3000 feet elevation it was the highest point in town, and suffered near constant winds. Unless one was behind a building or in the trees, the wind chill might freeze your ass off even when temps were in the 80’s – so you can imagine what winters were like. It was eight or nine miles from the house, depending on the route I chose. I never stuck with one more than a semester, rotating between different state routes, or sometimes heading downtown to get on the four lane and floor it to 75 or so in an effort to avoid being late for the first class. Of course, Dad would bitch and moan about the cost of gasoline and the wear and tear on the car of driving almost twenty miles a day, but I figured it was less than the cost of room and board at an out of town school. Turning into the campus ...
    drive, the college was on the left – first a couple parking lot entrances, then the class room buildings and some dorms until the road turned past the gym and into the townhouses and lodges. First up on the right was the football field, ringed by chain links, for the local high school where my cousins would be attending, then further down the building which housed seventh through twelfth grades. On this first day of the semester, I let uncharacteristically early to allow myself time to do my text book shopping. Turning left into the first student lot, I parked and headed across the courtyard to the book store in the basement of the library. With schedule in hand, I checked the flyers taped up in the hallway to identify the books I needed, then got into the line that was somewhat smaller due to classes being in session. Forty five minutes and $130 later – for five books! - I was in a little bit of a foul mood as I headed to my 10:30 appointment with Linear Algebra. Once again I had Dr. Foster. I swear – with the mismatched clothes, half his shirt hanging out, and looking like he hadn’t shaved or shampooed in recent memory – he could be confused for a homeless guy, except for his multiple Ph.D.’s in math. He was smart, but not much of a teacher. I was already losing faith in this class. There was a group of fifteen or so of us who were still together as math majors, having taken most of our core classes together since our first term as freshman. Looking around the room I saw many ...
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