As a student of the Orrville High School, I had three years of two-hour long classes in vocational agriculture. As a Future Farmer of America, I grew cotton, corn, and cows. I graduated from high school with dirt under my fingernails. There was a good chance I would go to Auburn University and study agriculture. One big interruption to that possibility was the high school principal. He stopped me in the hall one day and told me to wear a long sleeve shirt and pants without holes the next Wednesday. He was taking me and others to the University of...

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