ABSTRACT
My high school years had come to an end. There was no doubt that college was the next step, but my choices were limited to schools close to home with no tuition required. Cooper Union, a professional art school in New York City, was the first choice for many Music and Art graduates. Anita and I took our entrance examinations together. She passed; I failed. I was greatly disappointed. Only years later, after Anita had joined the ranks of disillusioned artists struggling to make a living at boring commercial art jobs and I had found great satisfaction in my own profession, did I realize how fortunate I was to have been rejected from Cooper Union. It is one of the ironies of life that sometimes our failure to get what we want turns out to be a blessing.
