"Just one semester you'll study environmental policy at St. Harry's College, and get the credit hours you crave."

    Almost felt like force listening to those words. I wanted to jump with joy in that very seat, but keeping a straight face in front of Mr. Lincoln was the key to getting more learning opps. As soon as he flicked his fleshy finger over the big red button, I nearly flipped on my head: A full-ride.

    I'd emerged victorious. Lincoln approved a full-ride. I'm attending a good school practically for free. Talk about the amount of stuff I'll learn while in that whitewashed building. SO much. Eating the lovable mustard sandwiches. Conversing with some of the most resilient people on the planet.

    "We have study abroad programs in Antarctica," said the professor, scraping clumped stubble in desperate need of shaving. St. Harry's emphasized learning above all things, so razors were meager. "The last got to observe emperor penguins on their yearly migration."