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It was an “obstacle” course—one that either earned you your diploma or forced you to change majors. It was offered once each year and taught by only one professor. I signed up. On the first day of class he laid out his plan. We would have regular homework assignments that would be discussed in class; he would give …[MORE] Red Keds. At the age of five, I discovered pride of ownership in a new pair of red Keds. I can still see them in my mind. Our house was being reroofed at the time, and men were up on the housetop pulling up the old shingles and tossing them down into the yard for later cleanup. As …[MORE] I was twelve. Twelve and fat. I stood at the end of the high diving board, frozen with fear. From there, the water seemed twice as far away as it looked from poolside. I had to jump. Losing face was too high a price to pay, so turning back was out of the question. I was in Phoenix, spending …[MORE] |
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