From Tim Baker …
About two months into my senior year of high school I was in my Architectural Drafting class reviewing one of my drawings with the teacher. After we finished, he asked me what my plans were for after graduation.
I didn’t think it was necessary to tell him that my plan was to buy a Harley Davidson and tour the country, so I told him I didn’t have any.
He suggested I go to the guidance office (it’s probably called something like the “career center” these days) and speak to my guidance counsellor about college. Specifically, one in Boston called Wentworth.
That night I came home from school and announced to my mother that I was going to college.
I will never forget the look on her face when she said “Who the hell is going to pay for it?”
I couldn’t really blame her. After all –…
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