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The World of All 8 O'clock Classes and No Cuts

William Gensert Wrote: Jan 10, 2013 8:23 AM
Ms. Cushman, I always like your articles. When I attended Fordham University, I worked. From the end of November until March, I drove a cab 72 hours a week. From March through November, I worked on my ice cream truck. It was my first business and my route was located in a projects in the Bronx. This also consumed 70+ hours per week. I once told a professor that I couldn't complete an assignment because of my onerous work schedule -- fully expecting his understanding and a smaller workload. He told me I had to make a decision, work or school. I continued with both and he gave me not one inch of slack. It was tough, but I learned a lesson, no one is entitled. He gave me a C+, I wish I could remember his name.

My undergraduate studies took place at Presbyterian College, a liberal arts school of about 1,000 students in Clinton, S.C. The town was so small that you had to leave it to find a McDonald's or go to a movie.

The campus was picturesque. Old, tall oak trees, brick buildings, a lawn where students played Frisbee and football, a girls' freshman dorm that had shared bathrooms in the hall and no air conditioning. When I started, I knew only one other student (the previous year's valedictorian from my high school), but I gained many lifelong friends along the way.

While the...