I had already attended two colleges when one day I wandered into a third. The sign above the door of an old mansion in Fort Vancouver, Washington, read “Evergreen State College.”
“What seminars are you offering this fall?” I asked a woman behind the desk. “Reality,” she responded. “Sign me up!” I replied.
Fifteen years later I was attending an Evergreen State alumni meeting when the president of the college asked our group, “Was Evergreen your first college?” A few hands went up. “Your second?” A few more hands went up. “For how many of you was Evergreen your third college?” Most hands, including mine, went up. The president studied us a moment and said, “We did a bad job of finding you.”
Yes, perhaps I could have used a better shepherd, but I had also needed to try different college “gates” before I entered the right one.