Harvard

This past week, Jeff and I have gone to a few Case soccer games to support the school. With fall upon us, I  made sure to wear sweatshirts to the games. On one particular night, I wore a Harvard sweatshirt. The sweatshirt I bought when my fifth graders took a field trip to Boston. I essentially bought this sweatshirt because I did not anything that said Boston on it.

Jeff, being the gentlemanly husband that he is, introduced me to a Case professor who walked up to chat. I began talking with Joe and he inquired about my sweatshirt. 

"What's up with the Harvard sweatshirt?" I did what anyone would do when speaking with a highly touted professor, and lied. 

"I went there," I responded. 

Well, Joe was awfully excited about this because, he too, went to Harvard. In fact, Joe finished his undergrad studies at Harvard in three years, then went on to get his Master's and PhD there as well. What does a doctor with three degrees from Harvard do, you may ask? Well, he becomes an astronaut for NASA of course. 

All I could do was giggle and change the subject. I think Joe was smart enough to know that I did not go to Harvard. Unless, of course, he has not yet recovered from flying with the Blue Angels last week, cause that is what ridiculously smart people get to do on the weekends!