I graduated from an “okay-enough” high school—not bad, but without the kind of ranking that impresses college admission committees. I was a serious student with great grades and serious aspirations despite a most disruptive learning disability. Spend half a day with me and watch how I mix up left and right. Balance a checkbook? Forget about it. I often see the number 3 as number 8, and number 5 as number 6. And I can turn the plus sign … [Read more...]