During my senior year, the pressure was incredible to get into a college. I wanted to go back to New Orleans and go to LSUNO. Or maybe Tulane. So, I took the SAT's. It was held in our gym with a whole lot of other kids. The year before, one guy got a 1596 out of 1600, and he questioned the other 4 points. They gave it to him. He went on to MIT and flunked out. So, I thought I had a shot. I just about aced the English portion of the test. After all, I was a writer, and I read a lot. But then, there was the Math. I hate Math. I always have. I did have to teach Math to myself, when I got into business and am pretty good with percentages, but at the time of taking this horrible test, I got my name right on the test, but that was about it. I ended up making a 735 on my SAT's. Here was this genius guy who didn't make enough to get into USC on an athletic scholarship, even though I didn't play sports. There was no way I could get into any school.
My father stepped in and made a call to a friend, who was the president of Anderson College. Daddy's grandfather had been one of the first trustees of that school many years before. It was a Baptist-funded school, so some strings were pulled, and I got into Anderson College. It was a junior college at the time which helped. Otherwise, that guidance counselor of mine, who had said the only thing I could do was to be an auto mechanic, was right. Not to put down auto mechanics, but I had higher goals. AC was coming toward me.