7/19/25

At the end of my freshman year of college, back in 1936, I flunked five out of five subjects. Flunking three out of five would have made me eligible to report for an invitation to attend some other college in the fall. But men in this three- out-of-five category sometimes had to wait outside the Dean’s office as long as two hours. Men in my group — some of whom had big dates in New York that same night — weren’t kept waiting a minute. It went one, two, three, the way most men in my group like things to go.

“A Girl I Knew” by J.D. Salinger