around me watching and listening as I explained it to them. One or two of them still usemy method today.Now for the Auto Repair course, I was driving a Chevy Station Wagon my first semesterof college. It was not what I wanted but due to having little money and in need of a car, Ibought it. My former employer, Herman Jinkins was good friends with a used car dealerin Carrollton, Texas. After work one day, we went by the car lot to look around. I hadlooked at some other cars on the lot but I was staying clear of the Chevy Wagon. Hermanand the dealer said for the money, the wagon was the best car for me. At eighteen years oldwho was I to argue with my girlfriends Father/Employer and the dealer. I drove off the lotin a pale blue early sixties model Chevy wagon.I found a 1957 Chevy two door body I could afford and my first major overhaul wassoon to begin. She was gold and I couldn’t wait to get it running and rid myself of thatChevy wagon. I had plenty of help with the overhaul. It seems everyone in the classwanted to help get that 1957 Chevy on the road again. Grayson County College hadcompletely stocked the shop with everything needed to do a complete overhaul. I learnedto use every piece of equipment in there.We pulled the 287 engine out of the wagon and began to rip apart the engine. A.L.Bullock, Johnny Taylor, Jr. Tucker and Bobby Demit were my helpers. Together weoverhauled and installed the engine in the ’57 Chevy. I gave the station wagon to anotherguy in the class who really wanted it. He wanted it as much as I wanted to rid myself of thething. We both were pleased. He did pitch in and help with my overhaul so it wasn’texactly a gift. He had sweat equity invested.My only mistake I made my first year of college was one I have regretted for most of mylife. The first week, when I was going over my classes, one class didn’t fit into my plans.There was a four-hour long afternoon drafting class. That meant I would not get homeuntil around five every Tuesday and Thursday. I decided to drop that class and I plannedto take the class in the summer to make it up. You can guess what happened. I never took the class as I planned. After my two years at Grayson County Junior College, I was threehours short of receiving my Associates Degree.I have thought many times about taking some classes to get my degree but that is notgoing to happen. I did manage to get a good job and use some of my college education inthe process. On several occasions a co-worker, who had a degree, confronted me. He wasalways bragging about having a degree. After hearing about it for what I felt should be thefinal time I asked him how much he made per hour with his degree. He did not answer thequestion. I told him how much he was making with his degree and added that I was threehours short of having my degree and then asked him how much I was making per hour.