I was flying back from Indiana today, another stressed-filled factory installation - it was goregous and I was pondering as I stared out the window at the earth passing by. And I was thinking about what I used to tell the other sisters when I was a regular pioneer when they asked me how I felt about higher education.
I would say, "Where would you rather be when armageddon came - out in field service or sitting in some dingy college classroom". I really believed that at the age of 18.
And then I would go scrub toilets in office buildings in the middle of the night to put gas in the car while my mind stagnated. And then one day it hit me. I had made a big mistake.
In May of 2003 I graduate with my B.S.