That’s what my dad used to call education. He came from Scotland in 1956 with a hammer in hand, no money, and a hunger for hard work. He never gave the impression of respecting higher education or caring for anything but a strong work ethic. Last weekend, I went to visit him in the home he is living at. When I told him I got a couple of A’s and a B+ this past semester he started crying.

After all the complaining I did about hurting my brain at the cellular level with neuropsychology, statistics and infant development I’m actually looking forward to heading back to school and getting my higher edumacation!