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and do the work, but that was not what was impressing me about college. The thing that was impressing me about college, in my first two years, was my courses in English and languages.

By the time I got to be a junior, the decision to switch to psychology, which really meant philosophy and, you know, the humanities, was clear and firm. I don't know whether I told you of the pretext I used, but it was very simple. I didn't like the people who were in pre-med. I was in organic chemistry lab one day, and the fellow who was on my right, who was a football player, and who had been cheating in all the exams, was very joyful because -- as he showed me his letter of admission to medical school. And I used thatf as the basis for making a decision that I probably would have made anyway, saying, “Well, if this guy gets into medical school, that's no place for me, you know.”

I decided I wasn't going to continue in pre-medical. I'd taken the zoology courses, you know, and the zoology teachers were pretty unispired, pompous guys who didn't have the respect for the students that my teachers in English and the humanities had. They expected you just to remember things. They never gave you the rationale or -- well, these are all excuses, I'm sure, for not pursuing the pre-medical course, and I was ready for Dr. Sumner, my psychology professor, who taught me introductory psychology, and was dry as dust, but was one of the most brilliant human beings I've ever met, one of the most learned, well-read, thoughtful human beings. And he turned me from, I think, brashness into some sort of solidity, you know. He didn't do it deliberately, but as I listened to that man,