PURDUE

Twenty years after graduating from Purdue, I still can’t fix anything. People hear “engineering school” and ask me to look at their broken dishwasher, and I study the appliance the way a doctor studies a rash. What I actually learned in West Lafayette was how to sleep in a library chair and cheer for a train. This hand-drawn Purdue poster is proof I went. The dishwashers remain unconvinced. Boiler Up.