Chapter 5 Year Five Brings Applying to Graduate School   

 

We move to Marblehead

Johnís lobster dinner one hot summer Saturday evening resulted in our land lord asking us to move out.  The problem had been Johnís decision to leave the lobster shell cleanup until Monday morning and with many wide open windows every fly within smelling distance moved into our kitchen.  John soon found us a Psychiatristís summer place about twenty miles north of Boston in Marblehead, Massachusetts. It was literally on the water as a northeast storm that winter would soak the windows of the sun solarium located at the end of our long narrow new home. Entry to the solarium was from the living room  through a floor to ceiling sliding door/window to the nicely furnished small room had ocean views on three sides.

 

In those days moving meant packing my car with the important stuff first and if it didnít fit, it didnít go. Living in a wealth tourist town proved rewarding though my commute went from a short hour to a long hour and leaving by 6:30 AM because being late for an 8AM accounting class was not an option.  Mary would be proud. Interestingly, not only did I not do late, I almost never missed class.

 

Years later managing the Franklin Pierce College Evening Division Rindge Campus I found the unionized faculty playing an interesting game called maximize hourly pay.  They would miss as many classes as possible and even were even able to cut their own exams by having the evening division secretary hand out the un-proctored exams.  I stopped the practice.  Sometime later a retired economic teacher came to visit and mentioned how he and I had gotten off to a bad start. I had no idea what he was talking about until years later when reading my all old memos, I  found one to the faculty stating they had to make up missed classes. Evening classes met for three hours so a missed class was really three missed classes. Bad start for him, not me!

 

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My brother Stanley had a Jeckel and Hide personality when it came to missing class. As a full-time unionized faculty member he took all his allowed contracted sick and personal days, even if it meant going on an unscheduled vacation to use days that did not accumulate . I was the opposite.  I made up missed classes by scheduling an optional extra help session on some other night or Saturday morning.  A few time I had two sessions as some students couldnít make the scheduled make-up class

My mom had a long battle with Parkinsonís disease and I had to decide what to do when she passed.  I decided not miss a class and fretted a little how it might be a tough night.  She left us on a Saturday morning so missing a class was not a problem..  Stan took four personal days. Stan had a different philosophy for evening overload teaching. Working as an adjunct, he seldom missed class because adjuncts that miss class arenít invited back!

 

I had been teaching a four day week for a few years and Friday was my off day.  Ten to 12 hour days for four plus days became a way of life until I semi-retired to evening teachers, writing, and just looking good!

 

Friday morning in Marblehead began with John using his Smith-Corona portable to type cover letters for this weekís ten job applications and with me doing a little teaching stuff as I was traveling less on weekends as Ben had graduated and group of four members Dwight had gotten married.

 

 

Dwight Joins the Group of Four

Dwight possessed the most math/verbal intelligence of our group and also led in Interpersonal Intelligence. Almost blond hair and about six feet tall with a body builderís body, girl drifted his way. Too talented and spoiled for his own good, he had floated through high school, spent two years working in Germany as a trooper for the Army, floated for a while and then because marriage meant responsibility, had gotten a very good job as an IMB typewriter repairman (too early to call him a repairperson). Wearing his expensive suit, white shirt and perfectly matching tie, he looked like Don Draper and to me, was acting like Jarod the Pretender as this was his first civilian job.  He had tried to work his senior year in high school but quit over Christmas when it became apparent that with me home for the holidays and with both tall and not-so-tall Dennis leaving for the service, working meant missing quite a few parties.

Dwight was about ten when he moved to Kingston and had immediately challenged my year younger sister Alma for the top fourth grade academic student spot  I met him that summer when he immediately threw me the Grayís beech second raft.  Band of four members tall Dennis introduced us and we would be inseparable throughout until our mid-twenties.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dwight with wife Betty and first son Darin

 

Another Good Basketball Team

The arrival of Dave at NEAI continued my tradition of being involved with great basketball teams.  He had used up his basketball eligibility while attending NHC and a Georgia college and as an unaffiliated junior colleges, NEAI did not have restrictions. We won a lot of games but a problem arrived right before Daveís graduation. It seems our English teacher Gloria was going to flunk Dave in what would be his last college course.  I met with her to explain how I had a problem with three colleges, six years, all the publicity the colleges had received from about 150 basketball wins, numerous championships and no Associateís Degree.  Gloria was hesitant, feeling grades were grades. Then I pointed out that in a way this was our English Departments inadequacy and maybe they needed more time to provide students with the extra help needed for success.  Perhaps an adjustment to next terms class schedule I was preparing would provide more student tutoring time.  She knew this meant her schedule of five classes would begin at 8AM and end at 3PM with a class during the lunch hour she often enjoyed with her amigos Sal and Frank. David passed.

 

While not academic, David had leadership qualities and he looked like a 6í5Ē Atlas. We had an interesting altercation one Friday evening. I was on campus because the black students were having a dance and as Dean of Men, I needed to be on campus.  After returning from an away baseball game, most of the team went straight to the dance. Dave, who was very involved with black activities, decided to shower.  Good thing! It didnít take long for our mostly white team members who had enjoyed coach bought beer on the ride home to cause an unintended disturbance. It was quickly put to rest.  Not seeing David, I began the one hundred yard walk through the thinly grown tall pine forest toward Daveís dorm. We met half way and as I suspected, Dave had heard of the disturbance and was not happy. Talk about David and Goliath. Only this time David was Goliath and Goliath was a short and very weak Italian Not Stallion. It took a while but David settles down. I was not really afraid of David as we had number of inner city black students and they were a docile group. David was big and strong but not aggressive and especially not mean.

 

 

Applying to Graduate School

I was taking a sequence of three classes that had been recently added to the Northeastern MBA program requirements and also applying to Arizona State University and the University of Colorado for admittance to their DBA Programs and to U. Mass. for an Economics PhD. The first two were chosen because of their high fast graduates rates and the later because I had taken four courses there over two summers, knew the place and because I like economics.  The DBA programs required the Graduate Record Exam while U. Mass required the Graduate Record Exam in Economics. The latter exam went uneventfully until I wanted a smoke brake which the proctor would not allow. Not happy but I didnít get thrown out.

 

My score in the DBA required test came back and I got the expected 80th percentile score I usually received when testing with an academically oriented group. But the 99th plus percentile I received in the economics test was unexpected but explainable.

There were about one hundred taking the test at Boston College and my score indicates I was the best out of one hundred test takers.  Letís saw there were one thousand students taking the test in New England that day and if only ten were invited to meet Richard Nixon, I would have been invited.  Always liked tricky Dick but believe politic tricks are not as much fun as party tricks with Monica.  

 

So if scoring high on tests is so important, why was I refused admittance by our beloved University of Massachusetts?  First, my test score was dramatically inflated because I had been teaching basic economics for five years and for me it was an open book test. For this test I had a photographic memory which is not relevant to anything but party tricks and personal enjoyment. Second, a lot of those taking the test were math majors with little economics knowledge who needing an application for their skill set. Thirdly, I had taken a Differential Calculus course at BU that summer which I hoped would prove enough ability in mathematic. It didnít.

John Gets a Strange Phone Call

 One bright spring Friday morning John seemed a little apprehensive while answering the phone. I could feel the tension.  The conversation didnít last long and a bewilder John soon explained the bazaar call. It seems one of Johnís BU classmates had just hysterically chastised John for having two jobs offers and the caller who had worked and slaved for years did not have a single offer.  John gives new meaning to the term cool but he was bewilder, shocked, confusedÖ  Economic growth was slow, jobs were scares, and this student had just lost it. I wondered whether the student had taken a difficult analytical undergraduate degree like accounting, had earned a Masterís degree, worked full time while attending law school, and spent every Friday morning for months sending out about two hundred resumes. All for one law company job offer and one offer was from the prestigious Arthur Anderson Accounting partnership.  John went with Arthur Anderson for a high for the time yearly salary of thirteen thousand dollar. The law firm was paying an apprentice salary of $5.000 because then as now there is an oversupply of law school graduates. My teaching salary had grown over five years from $5,500 to about $7,000. I had bought two new cars each costing $2,700.

Leaving NEAI is Not Easy

Year five might be the last at NEAI as I accepted an offer from the Arizona State Graduate School.  Having been a large fish in a small pond had been as enjoyable but a career in college teaching required a terminal degree.  To signify what a few thought was my importance to the school they created the Walter G. Antoniotti Best Business Student award.

 

Being the Dean of Men at 22 had made me a ďLiving Legend in MY Own MindĒ and this honor added to the legend.  Leaving this small close family and heading off to what I hoped would be three years of graduate school had my GI track unhappy. Possible ulcer was the diagnosis.  But off I went with all I owned packed into my 1969 Mercury Comet.

 

And Now the Rest of the Story.

 

Many years later Tom Cross, 1970, organized and contributed to a collection of funds to recognize the three outstanding business teachers during NEAI's first ten years and this long discontinued Antoniotti award became the Antoniotti, Solomon, Watson award honoring  Jane Solomon and Jerry Watson.
Contact the New Hampshire Charitable Foundation.

 

Basketball star David went on to played professional basketball in Mexico for a year or two.  Upon his return I called assistant Celtics coach John Killalea who had coached our Silver Lake Indian Hoosiers type basketball team and asked if he would give Dave a tryout. He was very nice but said player in Mexico were scouted and if he deserved a tryout, he would of gotten one.  There is a big difference between the 99th percentile and the 99+ percentile it takes to make the NBA.  Some like me might look like the best out of 100 candidates but the experts can see the difference. I lost track of David but heard that he had returned to Harford where he had done well working for Parks and Recreation.  I would not be surprised as David and a lot of the personal characteristics it takes to succeed. Iím betting Dave did OK.

 

My verbal score on the Graduates Record Exam in Economics was guess what, the 80th percentile. Maybe math types are illiterate or maybe multiple guess tests measure intelligence more than learning!