Many see study as preparation for their life’s work. I saw my life’s work as a preparation for study. At 34 I began my bachelors degree. So, allow me, at least for a minute or two, to reminisce over the past four years before I return to writing about the real world. No, wait; that’s not right. I never left the real world. That is another wrongheaded idea – that school is somehow not part of the real world. It is very much the real world. So let me talk of the very small part of the real world in which I have dwelt for the past four years –…