I took 5 years to get my undergraduate degrees. I would have stayed longer, but apparently all scholarships will run out, eventually. I immediately went from undergrad at Mercer U to graduate school at Mercer. My first year of grad school I was also a graduate teaching assistant to help cover tuition. Sadly, after that I had to go get "a real job" because apparently the government expects you to repay all that money they gave you to go to school. So basically I was a full time student at Mercer for six straight years. When I was working at my first real job at The Bibb Company, I still had lots of friends enrolled at Mercer. It was about this time of year back in 1996 that I suddenly realized what's wrong with "a real job." My friends Halle and Heather asked me one afternoon: Being a good sport, I packed them each "Spring Break Survival Kits" and left them outside their apartment doors to find the next morning as they left for Myrtle Beach. Included were their favorite bags of chips, their favorite six pack of sodas, and various other fun stuff. Then I went to work. I got a taste of the good life 3 or 4 years later when I was back teaching at Mercer, but it again didn't last. I was forced back into "the real world" of teaching on an Air Force base. Every day. Year round. Forever. (Well, 5 years.) But not this year, my friends. No, tonight, I am proud to say, it's Spring Break! I am too old to go party my butt off at Panama City beach or Daytona or where ever college kids go these days, but that won't stop me from enjoying the break. Stop back tomorrow morning (early) as I review my plans for the coming week. I say come back tomorrow, because the way things have been going lately, plans will change two or three times between now and then. But until tomorrow, and in the words of Halle and Heather, I have but one question: |
The story of how I got into the Krystal Lover's Hall of Fame.
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