I did first year economics at RMIT back in the year of 73. I failed - miserably because, being 18 years of age was a 20 hour a day job; what with rampant goil's and a night job driving a forklift to pay my way through college, and I chose those classes to dozz.
The lecturer, I kind old fellow, of whom seemed to be acquainted with my noctivigant activities, would often use me as a prime example of the economies of time management and high production rates, which could often have deleterious counter effects.
Then he would turn to the female offenders in the class and impeach them to give me a night off
, so that poor boy might remain conscious during his lectures.
Failure was a predetermined option
.
