I went to university after 6 years in RCAF and a couple of years in California (seeing how you other half lived) came back to Canada and went to W.L.U. what an absolute revelation! I turned out to be about 8-10 years older than my class mates at the time, they mostly acted like high school students which I found to be unsettling, a lot of them sucked up to the prof big time even more unsettling. I felt a lot like I wasn't part of society, isolated. On the positive side the fluffies were amazing and I eventually fell in with a bad crowd of old crusty bastards like me. I found that with a couple of exceptions I had no respect for the profs and power structure of the university and what they were trying to instruct me in was largely irrelevant, I shouldn't have gone with expectations I had, which is my fault. But I would recommend the experience for every person at some time to go to university it is an eye opener. I wasted two years there, but on the good side I discovered I have a life long passion for history, that I'm not a scholar and that I met and married my wife of 42 years there and finally it's helped hone my BS detector.
Bill the demon.