Tuesday, June 9, a reminder popped up on my cell phone calendar. It tells me this every year: “Graduation West Aurora in 1966.” An important day 60 years ago. A magical day, as I recall. I knew schooling was not over. College was ahead with heavier textbooks, homework and final exams, and the all-mighty grades. Oh, and my future. But still ... I felt so free that day, June 9. I had survived a gauntlet. I do not have many amazing memories of high school, and there is one person I can blame for that.