I attended O.S.U., spent my first year drunk, dont rember much just alot of parties.I was on academic probation from the word go. I recieved my walking papers the second year after showing up to an astronomy class in flip flops a bathrobe and a Mexican sombrero. The professor actually let me in the planetarium dressed as I was, but made me sit in the back. The final turd hit the fan when the empty Budweiser bottles that I had smuggled in under my bathrobe and consumed during the lecture fell over and rolled down the sloped floor to the front of the room.
After class the professor helped me to realize that higher education is not for everyone and that "If everybody were rocket scientests we would have no one to fly rockets." He also helped me with the realization that college only helps to prepare most people to work for someone else. Hell 40 percent of fortune 500 company owners and CEO's graduated in the bottom half of thier class.
After I got the boot I still managed to get them to let me take remedial math every summer quarter for the next three years. From what I hear that class is still packed to the brim with 18 year old dingbat chicks trying to make it in for fall quarter.
PHATBOY
No regrets.