Our home office is in the bedroom directly across from ours, so the sound of the printer woke me up.
It was 2:30 a.m., and our daughter had finally finished the homework assigned to her over Spring Break.
To be fair, we spent the holiday dragging her up and down the state; spending time at my sister's house and embarking on our first college tours. It did not help that both Megan and her cousin were suffering from one of those lovely congestive viruses that seem to make the rounds every spring. And upon our return, I enlisted her assistance in preparing for Passover on Friday night. These activities did not allow her to manage her time as well as we would hope.
But -- she DIDN'T leave her work to the last minute: she worked in the car on the way up to Sacramento and the way down from San Francisco, and barely left her room Saturday and Sunday.
"Next time you need to print that late, you should close the door," I advised her.
She sighed. That last bit she printed was at the suggestion of two of her friends, who thought she needed to complete one last assignment.
"They were up that late too?" I asked.
"You'd be surprised how many people in my class were," she replied.
I don't remember ever having to stay up that late in high school, or being assigned as much work as these kids are today. I was also admitted straight away into UCLA with just a 3.31 average (and tuition was just $368 per quarter).
Yes, that was back in 1973.
I'm grateful for many of the changes we've seen in the last 40 years -- but not all of them are good.