I attended University during the 1960s, and 55 years later, I still, periodically, wake up in a cold sweat, after a nightmare that my term paper is due tomorrow, and I haven't started it yet [[not even the research!); or I have a final exam tomorrow morning for a class for which I have attended NONE of its lectures, all semester, AND I have not read its assigned books, AND/or have attended NONE of its lab sessions, AND I have done no studying whatsoever! It's amazing what pressure some of us were under, related to career preparation. I wonder if I will still have those nightmares after I die???
The funny thing is, that after all that studying and learning, I ended up as a cartoonist. But, at least, I can spout off scientific information at cocktail parties, and clear space around myself, by being a Monty Pythonesque "dreadfully dull and boring".
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