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Between 1976 and 1980, I was too immature, too misinformed, and too ill-advised to be a successful undergraduate; that is, mearuing success by the direction of my effort to learn, not the quanity of my good grades (which were 3.0 or above for most of those four years).

I began with Political Science as a possible major, and one recommended by my parents---neither of whom had studied at a liberal arts college or university.  But because of their opinion, and also being rapidly "underwhelmed" by the polisci majors I met onsite, I changed my major to History.  (I loved literature, and especially Poetry, too much to major in English at that college.)  Given my surname (of which I am the most unworthy bearer), my adoptive family's illustrious history in Colonial America, and a distant cousin's academically acknowledge expertise in the history of the Battle of Gettysburg, I should have majored in American History (although, admittedly, I did not learn of this latter fact until 1994).  Given that Philaelphia, in the state next door, was both the center of early Baptist polity and American Independence, I should have looked to these, also, as subjects of formal historical study during my undergraduate experience.

I failed, and failed miserably, to do so.

I wish undergraduate packages cames with a "redo" clause permitting a return to these issues at my age, when I have far more experience (and far less energy) and a bit less arrogance, and---most importantly---an overwhelming disappointment in my past self which would enable me to be a better undergraduate.

If any college undergraduates perchance read this, now or in the future, take note of my stupidities and do not repeat them.

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