Apparently when my dad was in college, the coursework was so much more difficult than it is now. I hear about this form him all the time and I have to admit that I do get awfully sick of hearing how I have it so much better now than he did when he was my age.

He tells me about the thousands of essays that he had to write. I don’t know if this is his feeble attempt to get me to stop complaining, but I do know that he tends to exaggerate and that it was probably not as bad as he remembers. But then, I am sure he wouldn’t exaggerate about having to walk to college for ten miles through the snow, in bare feet, uphill both ways.

It is to the point where I don’t even mention anything about my term papers. I try to avoid talk of college at all costs, but he will just come up with something else to rub in that I have it so much better than he did. After all, he only had one channel on the TV and had to watch whatever was on that one channel. Poor guy!