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My son, who made the
dean's list in his freshman year at Ball State University in Muncie,
Ind., called home a few weeks after starting his sophomore year
as a psychology student.
"Mom," he said excitely,
"I have found the answer to surviving college! It isn't the grades
that are so important, but the quality of what is learned and
how it is applied to daily life. I'm lucky to be having these
wonderful experiences!"
"And just what does
this mean?" I asked.
"I'm flunking math,"
he replied.
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