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School days, school daze. How I loved 'em. How I don't miss 'em.

For all the years I was in school — and we're talking about a lot of years — there were two constants, two immutable laws as unshakable as gravity. That it required my entire time at school to both understand and appreciate them suggest I may have been a slow learner. Had I been able to grasp their deeper meaning earlier, I probably would have continued my journey through higher education but I'd have realized these were the two most important rules of life, or at least My Life.

The first rule was unbridled optimism. I began every school year with the swaggering confidence of the righteously converted that I would stay ahead of the curve. Not the grading curve; that part came easily. The curve to which I refer is the Procrastination Avoidance Curve. Surveying my neat pile of school supplies and text books, I vowed to keep up with assigned reading, do my homework as soon as I got home from school — or later in the game when I had a free period — and finish things like term papers well before their deadline. I would be that obnoxious guy who was always prepared.

The second rule — belonging simultaneously to the school I was attending and the School of Hard Knocks — was that I didn't have a hope in hell of abiding by the first rule. I was hardwired to procrastinate. I generally fell behind in assigned reading sometime well before the end of the first week. There were semesters in university when I didn't even buy the books before reading week. Homework was often scribbled while I rode the bus to school. The self-defining phrase "all-nighter" was coined to describe my typical wrestling match with term papers.

It has ever been thus. Sometimes I think the only reason I became a writer was because I'd never get anything done if it weren't for deadlines. I know I've become comfortable with my shortcomings because I'm convinced people who get things done ahead of deadlines are simply too dense — or too eager — to understand the meaning of the word deadline. But like Popeye, I yam what I yam.

One of the things I am is a big supporter of education. One of the things I'm not is a big supporter of promotors who continue to use the "Trust Me" strategy while failing to provide anything like the necessary information to make a rational decision about whether their project is trustworthy or not.

And that's where we still seem to find ourselves with WhistlerU. It's been nearly 18 months now since the proponents of Whistler... excuse me, Whistler International Campus (WIC), threatened to quit the game and take their ball home if council didn't make a quick decision on their rezoning application.

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