In that class, it was comparative anatomy and embryology, and he was the hardest professor teaching it. And there were only eight people in our class, so you couldn't hide. So every day he was constantly messing with me and making me get up and perform. With that kind of background, you can imagine my shock and horror when I got to Penn State and had this woman who hated me. My experience throughout school was with people who took a shine to me, and all of a sudden I get to Penn State and this woman is trying to kill me.
Death is just one way to die.
The worst death is spiritual death. She was basically trying to clip my wings so that I would never fly again. We went to battle and I won. My grades were good. You need a 3.0 in grad school, and I had a 3.45, so I wasn't going nowhere.