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UPDATE (10-25-15): Back in the day before online colleges existed, regular old universities consisted of large physical complexes with dormatories, lecture halls, parking lots, libraries, theaters, sports arenas, malls, student unions, and other nooks where one could chat face-to-face with other seekers of wisdom, enlightenment, and free cold beer.

The university where I graduated from liberal arts college was the University of North Texas in Denton, Texas. While there at UNT, I befriended filmmakers, poets, musicians, and eco-feminists. Going into freshman year, I had no idea I would have become friends with them. I also had no idea I would have worked as a student tutor at UNT's Writing Center.

A few years ago, I looked back negatively on my experiences -- or lack there of -- at UNT. I had wished my education had been better. It was all the stuff that I had not learned in college that made me feel let-down, like here's the place where I supposed to receive The Magic but I never really got The Magic. But my attitude changed as I kept picking up new information out of curiosity as a journalist.

A few years later, I noticed that some of the people I covered for the paper acted like they were the first to discover whatever it was that they were talking about. In reality, the ideas they espoused were shared with quite a few other people and were a lot older than even these small groups. It took me a minute to cut these actors some slack because it took me a minute to see that I was one of them too.

So, now, after a decade and a half in my post-college reality tunnel, I believe Neil Postman was correct: "At its best, schooling can be about how to make a life, which is quite different from how to make a living." I'm still looking for free beer, still arguing with eco-feminists, and still chasing The Magic. I have new friends, too, one of whom says he once made a young LGBT woman straight. I'm keeping his identity hidden because we don't want right-wing Christians to get their hands on the "secret sauce."