There was a great comment on Dalrock one fellow describing father and his his experience in Medical school. His father had been a DI (drill instructor) and his favorite motto was, "No excuses."
So this guy in Medical school aced his first test. Then the professor decided grade on a bell curve and the next test he got was graded 30 out of 100. He called home expecting his mother to pick up the phone and give him some word of comfort. Instead his father picked up the phone. He said, ''I am never going to be a M.D. at this rate,'' and sobbed on for a minute of two; and then his father told him to buckle down and do the work and stop making excuses.
So this guy in Medical school aced his first test. Then the professor decided grade on a bell curve and the next test he got was graded 30 out of 100. He called home expecting his mother to pick up the phone and give him some word of comfort. Instead his father picked up the phone. He said, ''I am never going to be a M.D. at this rate,'' and sobbed on for a minute of two; and then his father told him to buckle down and do the work and stop making excuses.
