I took the SAT a few times (seven times, actually, which probably qualifies as “several”; it’s a long story, one component of which is being the youngest of three siblings who were somewhat competitive and accomplished takers of standardized tests; but considering the number of offers of free post-secondary education that landed on my doorstep, it was a worthwhile investment of time and money). In a momentary lapse of judgment while registering for one occasion, I directed that my scores be sent to Auburn University. Afterward, I received a letter of acceptance without having applied. The letter informed me that I was to fill out an application and send in the fee, but I would not receive another notice of acceptance. I can’t quite remember the look on my parents’ faces when that letter arrived, but it may have been along the lines of “you did what?!”, since my brothers and I always had been told that they would help us however they could, no matter where we decided to go to school, but if we went to Auburn, we were on our own. That’s pretty strong, especially considering that two of us three went to Tech with our parents’ blessings.