I remember writing assays for admittance.........of course, I was always such a lying sack of shit that I worked in the motto of each school I was applying to in the essay. So much for honesty.........but they all accepted me. I often wonder had my Mom not been ill and I had gone to school elsewhere as I originally planned how things would have turned out....I never dreamed of going to Berea, but the minister knew how rough things were and thought I had a chance to get in as an out-of-terrtory student. By the time I got home from school, my Mom "had my bags packed" and choice no longer entered into it. But the place changed my life. I'm sure I probably wouldn't have been here at the Mudcat as Berea brought me deeper into folk than I probably ever would have been.

Spaw