My udder olma matter

Ironic. While I was pondering the merits of Harvard "education,"my other alma mater made national news. Westlake High School (Josten's actually) printed the word "educaiton" on its diplomas this year.

It's easy to make fun of this, and the local media has had a field day. I'd like to say that I received a first rate education at Westlake -- and in particular the English department.

I recall my first paper I ever wrote in college was on the Iliad, and it was graded by Jamie Redfield, pretty much the world's leading Classics scholar. He wrote, "Mr. Ma, this is probably the best paper in the stack." (I still have the paper.)

I fully attribute this to my teachers -- Mss. Wilder, Gordon, Jurgens, and Montain. I had them in that order, and the were all fantastic teachers that frankly kicked my ass. (Ms. Jurgens, I will never forget the D on my exam of Billy Budd.)

Thanks for that, Westlake. I don't care what they write about you.