There are times parents give advice you both know you will ignore. This was one of those times.
By Christopher A. Sawyer
About the time I was ready to transition out of high school and into college, there came the inevitable question: “What do you want to do with the rest of your life?” The only thing I knew for sure at that point was that the world was filled with cars, and cars were the only thing I knew. Only I had no clue how to turn that into a career. That dinner table conversation “decided” I should get an MBA – I didn’t, I have a liberal arts degree, but it probably explains my disdain for MBAs to this day – but it wasn’t enough. My late father knew I wanted to be a product planner and that I’d need an engineering degree to go along with the MBA if I was to have any hope of joining that fraternity. There was only one problem: I hated math and was horrible at functions and differential equations. (The math problem – and a basic inability to understand credits and debits – also helped me flunk accounting course twice.) He, on the other hand, could do them in his head, and understood what they meant and the meaning of the theory behind them.