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A Late Graduation

At the age of 55, I finally got 
my bachelor’s degree and set out to 
become a substitute teacher. One day, a seventh grader asked if I’d been teaching long.

“Actually, I’m brand-new,” I told him. “I just graduated.”

Looking me up and down, he asked, “How long were you in college?”

Debi Brim, Indianapolis, Indiana