I was the fourth generation to matriculate at the family's university of choice. My mother, her father, and his father all graduated. I was, however, also the first to drop out, and I did it not only once, but twice. After a several-year gap, I applied again for a third time.

"What makes you think you'll be successful this time around?" asked my admissions counselor.

"Well you see, I finally know what I want to be when I grow up," said I.

"And what's that?" said she.

"Employable."