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When I was at Mercer county college I was part of the college radio station.  One day Bob and his brother were wrestling.  One of them pushed the other one through the wall.  The woman who ran the student center was ready to have us all thrown out.  The following day she came up to the radio station with the appropriate bureaucrats.  However we had visited the area late the night before with drywall and spackle in hand.  The hole in the wall that the woman was looking for had disappeared.

While going to school in Glassboro I had a math class with the manager of the comicbook store in glassboro: She eventually withdrew from the class.  However, I did visit the store often.  Once while I was at the store I had used the bathroom in the back.  While I was in the back I saw one of the Lester Girls Comic Books and I brought it up front with the intention to buy it.  I got yelled at, it was her copy.[Lester Girls was a millionare hero who just wanted to marry a girl who thought vacuming while wearing pearls was extravigant and he just wanted to read the book the red poney- but he was always distracted by having to save the world] I asked her if she wanted to see a movie. We went to see the movie Crazy People.  On the way to see the movie I said that she should try sopea’s (they are fried dough filled or dipped in honey) we stopped at Chi-Chi’s and she put a fork in my pocket and told me that I got forked that night.  We left the restaurant on time but we did not have much time.  I did not have enough time to drive all the way around the mall. I put the jeep in 4 wheel drive and drove over the grass median and we made it to the film with 5 min to spare.  We watched the movie and afterwards spent lots of time in the parking lot.  The next week I wanted to go out with her again and she said that she could not see me again.  I was confused.  I really did like her.  Eventually she told me that we couldn’t see each other because she started to see another woman. I said,”thank God” when she told me. She was confused she asked why I said that.  I explained, “well I know I can’t compete with that.

Many many years ago I was driving Home frtom Bob’s house (he lived about three miles from me) It was 2 am and there was lots of snow and ice on the ground.  I was driving at about 22 miles an hour.  I started to slide.  I looked in my rear-view mirror and there was no one around; I did not worry, I slid across three lanes of highway.  I slid sideways up a hill and popped a tire. I backed down the hill when I realized that the tire was flat.  As I was on the shoulder I started to try and change the tire. The jack was the wrong size.  Two troopers pulled up behind me and asked if I was ok.  When they saw that the jack was the wrong size they offered to drive me home.  As one of the troopers was looking around he noticed my tire tracks.  From then on I was critized for my actions.  They told me many times I had been driving too quickly. They drove me home.  After I got out of the patrol car I heard them slide down the driveway and strike the guardrail across the street.

When I was in college occasionally I would take untimed tests (which I had a right to) and through most of my collegiate career I did not have any problems relation to getting untimed tests from my professors.  I even had one professor who required that I sit in his office and type my answers because my handwriting is so bad. I took a juvenile delinquency class taught by the chair of the criminal justice department (Dr. Joe Sanboxxx) I asked him for untimed tests he said NO.  I told him that under federal regulations I had a right to them.  He said NO. I didn’t get a good grade in the class. Someone from the president’s (college president) committee for people with disabilities wrote to Dr. Sanboxxx and directed him to give me untimed tests.  During the time I was taking the class I was working at a supermarket on the weekends.  Every weekend a superior court judge would buy about 200-300 dollars in groceries (so I would get to talk with her for about 10 minutes) and I would ask her how to handle whatever we were going to discuss in class the following week. I would then go to class armed with the knowledge imparted to me by the judge. I would eagerly participate in class discussions; and be told that I was wrong. (I never mentioned where I got the information I used in my arguments) The second time I took the class I did get untimed tests but still did not pass the class with a high enough grade (because the course was in my major I had to meet a minimum grade higher than just passing. I then went to Mercer County College and took the same course (with the same textbook) taught by the Plainsboro chief of Police.  Without opening the book I got a “B” in the class.  I went back to Glassboro State College and they would not transfer over the credits.  I asked the chair of the criminal justice department,” if I had taken the class at MCCC before attending Glassboro would the credits have transferred over?” he said,” yes” but since I had taken the class at Glassboro (now Rowan University) I had to take and pass it [with a sufficient grade] at Glassboro: Although, after Congressman Zimmer looked into the situation I got credit for the course.

In a twist of fate, my college advisor left the college due to stress (I didn’t do it). So I went to Dr. Sanboxxx and I asked him if he would my advisor.  He was quite confused..He looked at me and said, “Paul, you and I don’t get along.” I replied,” I am aware of that, I figure that there is no one else who wants me gone from here than you, So I know you will make sure I have everything to graduate”  He said,” fair enough, I’ll do it”

I subsequently had to take a law and human rights class. (I can’t remember the name of the jackass who taught the class) The professor who taught the class started by saying that,” All Americans were ignorant…and he held contempt for the constitution” I left the class!  When I left the class my friends and the staff at the college said,” but Professor (whatever his name was) is brilliant.  And I conceded that he was brilliant but that didn’t make him any less of an ass! Law and Human rights was a required class in order to graduate.  No other college in the state taught the class.  I even called the author of the textbook (who taught at Trenton state college) but I could only take the class at Rowan/Glassboro.  The only other professor who taught the class was Joe Sanborxxx; So I ended up taking the class with him. One day during the class he was talking about a Sovran nation being able to violate citizens rights by intimidation alone.  He said (paraphrased), “I can take Paul’s notebook here (and he picked it up) and say that it is mine. And Paul can’t do anything about it because I am in a position of authority and he has no proof that it is his, unless he has a receipt” (What Dr. Sanboxxx didn’t know was that that morning I was running late and I could not find my notebook for the class. So on my way to class I bought a new notebook.) At which point I pulled out the receipt.  The class thought it was very funny: My professor, on the other hand was not amused; he asked, ”What the hell do you have that for do you keep it for tax purposes?” I then told him why I had it.  My grade in Law and human rights was based on a mid term and a final exam.  I failed the mid term.  I went to the professor and asked him if I should withdraw from the class.  He told me that I should continue to attend the class and that if I didn’t get a high enough grade he would give me an incomplete for the class. (That way if I managed to pull off a good enough grade I would not have to repeat the class) but he told me not to tell anyone about our arrangement.  I agreed. As it turns out I did not get a good enough grade on the final.  I had expected to get an incomplete for the course (which does not effect your GPA.  To my surprise I got an “F” and I was suspended from the college. The following semester I went to Sr. Sanboxxx and asked him what happened, He said that a dean (or VP I can’t remember which) came around and said that there would be no incompletes given out that semester so he had to give me an F. I sat in on the next class and took the mid term and the final (and did my best not to take part in any class discussions) I passed the class.  The following semester I tried to register for the class (so I could get credit for it) the college would not let me have credit for the course (college credit) I was willing to pay for the class again.  A vice president told me that Dr. Sanboxxx was not allowed to make those decisions and that I should have not even been on the campus that semester. He said that he could reprimand the professor for that.  I said that I didn’t care about that I just wanted credit for the course.  The vice president said that I did not have proof that I attended the course.  Professor Sanboxxx produced copies of my mid term and final.  I ended up getting credit for the course.

I applied for graduation before the deadline. (I think it was six weeks before graduation) After two weeks I called the registrar and asked if everything was ok.  I was told that everything appeared to be in order.  I called a week later and I was told that,” no news is good news” Two weeks later I got a call and I was told that I had a week to have an official transcript sent from Trenton State college to document a summer course I took 2 and a half years before.  I called the dean of students right away.  I told him that I didn’t know about the registrar at Trenton State College but I knew at rowan it takes the registrar more than a week to change a light bulb.  Could he please talk to the Rowan Registrar?  He said that he did not have the authority to direct the registrar to do anything.  I said that I wanted to talk to someone who did then. I called the registrar of Trenton State College and told her about the tyrannical registrar at Rowan and said I needed an official transcript sent within a week.  She said that it would be taken care of.  Shortly after I got a call from the Rowan Registrar saying that they had not received a transcript and that I would not be graduating.

I called someone from the NJ department of higher education.  And I was very fortunate in that Mr. Smith’s son had been a criminal justice major at Rowan for a short time (and his son said, “Dad please don’t send me back to that place”) I explained what had happened and Mr. Smith certainly understood.  He told me that I was taking the wrong course of action and that I should sue the college.  He said that I should use Ray Brown as an attorney.  He explained that Ray Brown was a renowned civil rights attorney.  He said that at one point in his career he was concerned about the kkk violating peoples rights and at that time the FBI did not see the kkk as a major threat.  So Ray Brown went undercover and subsequently became a high dragon or grand master or whatever the big muckity mucks in the kkk become. (Mr. Smith used the correct term I just can’t recall it at the moment) And Ray brown documented lots of stuff and then the FBI took his concerns seriously.  Incidentally Ray Brown is a light skinned Black man.  They say that the reason that the kkk does not wear hoods anymore is because they want to make sure Ray Brown isn’t in one of those costumes.  Mr. Smith told me that after the court case was over I would be walking on gold plated crutches, smoking Cuban cigars and be driven to work in a limo.  I started to write the legal briefs on my own (guess where I learned to do that) and word must have leaked out.  The dean of students called the Assistant fire martial (whom I was working for at the fire academy) and he said that my degree was in the mail.