I'd like to make a confession. Starting when I was 14, and lasting until I was 20, I used to hate school, classes, courses, teachers, and grades. I never studied, and defied every expectation by my parents to take my education seriously. Books, friends, and parties were my sole preoccupation. I attempted a college education three times, dropping out or ending prematurely, before I attended college seriously to earn a degree. I never get over how lucky I was to have been able to have second and third and fourth chances at an education, knowing now all too well that not everyone can be so lucky. In raising my children, I have tried so hard not to be a hypocrite. How can I tell them to study hard when I was so defiant of an education at their age? I want them to love going to college, because until I started loving college, no pressure, no intimidation, and no competition ever worked for me. So, I support and I encourage, but never push them. They need to figure it out by themselves. I was engrossed in a project at work today, feeling, as I do frequently these days, pressured for time, feeling a bit overwhelmed when I heard the little beep on my cellular phone, announcing a new message. I checked the message. It was from my younger son who started college this year. It said simply: "I got an A for my essay." I never thought such a thing was possible, but at that moment and for the information that the one line message conveyed, I felt happier and more accomplished than I had ever felt for any good grade I ever received during my own education. I think the reason is that after a very turbulant start, I believe he is on his way.