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think, looking back now, she was probably overly severe, because she did not believe that the correlative? “and” should be used as loosely as I used it. She felt that sentences should be clean-cut and not jumbled with a lot of correlatives, you know. She said, “Put a period there, Mr. Clark.” Conscientious, she was conscientious. She had us write every day, and she would return our compositions or essays or paragraphs marked up.

I loved her. I loved not only what she was doing by way of training and educating us, but I loved her conscientiousness. The fact that teaching was her life.

The faculty at Howard, at that time-- at least, that part of the faculty with which I came in contact -- seemed to me to be very impressive people. They took seriously the responsibility of teaching. You know, it was clearly, as far as my perception was concerned, more than a job to them. They didn't reject -- as I say, I may be exaggerating this, because I'm talking only from my perspective, and my relationship with them. I really don't know how the majority of other students saw these people, but I saw them as people who were shaping my life, you know, and giving me the skills and substance for the future. And I really saw it that way then, for some peculiar reason. I got to be friends with a lot of my professors at Howard, and that must have been hard for them.

Interestingly enough, it was not in the area of science, basically, although my first two years, I allegedly was there as a pre-medical student. I was taking the chemistry -- but I wasn't really that interested in chemistry. I'd go to the lectures and go to the lab,