Originally published by The Master Report (Sacramento, CA)
Oct. 2006
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It's the Persistence (and Faith) that Got It Done
By Mark Bryant
"It ain't over till it's over" --Yogi Berra
Johnny Lechner exemplifies what most people derisively refer to as a Generation X "slacker" and "Peter Pan that never grew up." He is 29 and still in college after 12 years. Lechner was set to graduate earlier this spring from University of Wisconsin-Whitewater but decided to study abroad in
He's gained national fame and scorn for enjoying his free-spirited, carefree life as a college kid to the extreme utmost, refusing to leave an insulated world of academia and blissful limited responsibilities and head into the real world. I, for one, applaud the man. The moment you begin dying is precisely when you shed your youth and become one of the cynical, bitter and hardened souls you swore you'd never become.
While I don't recommend taking his overly scenic route to a goal of higher education, I can say that my road to a college degree contained more than its share of meandering curves, bumps, dead ends, and car breakdowns.
Fourteen years after alighting on a college campus as a precocious, wild-eyed, innocent eighteen-year-old freshman pronouncing myself ready for the world, I can now say that now I am prepared for whatever may come my way for the rest of my days. In June, I graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in journalism at the spry young age of 32.
All of these years weren't wasted. There were valuable lessons along the way. And before anyone asks…no, I didn't exactly spend all this time in school deliberately failing so I could stay in that perpetually half-boy, half-man state. Many people, including my family, did wonder whether I'd ever grow up, however.
You don't learn much from success, except what it took to get there. You learn more from rejection, disappointment and defeat than you learn on the climb up. Character is your stance in the dark and cold. And this climb was a roller coaster through both sunlight and summit and pitch black arctic valleys.
My odyssey took me from the idyllic pastures of campus to the rough but honorable world of military life (in which I failed miserably), back to school, back out again (repeated ad nauseam), to menial jobs, low-on-the-totem-pole jobs, working poor jobs, to no job, from broke and destitute to moneyed and discontent, from loneliness to unsatisfying relationships, to countless personal travails and scrapes. Frequently, all of these factors were in combination at one time or another.
I witnessed friends and acquaintances who were not so fortunate as I, friends who were friends in name only and solely in my fractured judgment who took advantage of me. By and large, these people fell by the wayside. Some are no longer with us. In the process, I nearly destroyed myself. But the human spirit is amazingly resilient. I've always had an innate ability to bounce back, stand and deliver just when most have counted me out. I also know that my father and grandfather are watching from above and are grinning with thumbs up.
This was truly my Super Bowl, World Series and NBA Finals and my greatest victory thus far.
I guess I needed some material to write about. I can safely say that my repertoire for my planned novel has been more than polished, thank you very much.
Contrary to common belief, college in itself doesn't make you any smarter than when you came in. It is the experience that enriches you and allows you to grow as a person, not what's inside the ridiculously overpriced textbooks you pay through your nose for.
What is basically summarized upon completing your quest is that you've achieved a mastery of higher education quality in a given subject and now you are deemed thus ready to make said subject your life's work.
I know this next one may sound equally heretical, but…while brawn may be the most overrated of a person's exterior qualities, intelligence may not be far behind. If you were trapped in a desolate godforsaken wilderness with all kinds of beasts waiting to devour your flesh plus unspeakable elements to deal with, would you rather have a person possessing an MBA/PhD./MENSA card and an Ivy League sheepskin attempt to lead you out…or would you entrust a person who maybe isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, but is a skilled survivalist and maybe will stand a better than even chance of getting you to safe ground?
The IQ (also known as intelligence quotient) is not a gauge on how well you can rack up standardized test scores; it is what is supposed to be your learning potential. IQ is not and should not be a divisive barrier/difference maker between putting you in the smart, average or slow classes in school. It is not a failsafe predictor of performance. By age ten, a person most likely has developed all their skills above their shoulder they will ever have. IQ is a capacity and barometer for a person's "bandwidth", nothing more. You may not even reach a given score, or even top out there.
Now that I've ingratiated the self-aggrandizing elementary school teachers, superintendents, principals and shrinks out there who love to pump boys with Ritalin and other mind-altering chemicals and then wonder why we have a lost generation rather than accept that every kid learns differently and it's their job to reach them…let me get back to school days at good ole U. The social interaction defined your younger days, and it's what defines your days in college.
Why? Because in high school, a kid normally runs with a small pack, a small circle, a very exclusive clique. In college, this circle is drastically stretched to include a large group of people whether you like it or not. You are forced to interact with this large giant circle inasmuch as everyone has the goal of bettering themselves with a higher education pedigree (Or it may be as simplistic as bonding to beat the hated archrival for bragging rights in the bowl game coming up.)
A person must learn to be an effective communicator and how to navigate and negotiate if they want to get the most out of this transition period between childhood and being considered a full-grown adult. For me, this was hard. I had to learn to be my best advocate and guard my best interests rather than attempt to conform to a group of adherents that didn't fit me. Plunging into a square as a round peg was not going to fulfill my spiritual health.
The college experience for most coming of age today is little more than a pleasure cult filled with glorified wantonness. The challenge to think just isn't a high priority as it should be. Also, for far too many universities, academic brilliance is not the goal. Instead, the pursuit is in millions spent on sports programs, especially the football juggernauts. There are many deserving and hard-working starving students that literally don't know where their next meal is coming from. Yet, athletic directors think nothing of keeping semi-illiterate kids eligible to win a few more games and perhaps make a bowl appearance or next-bracket March Madness run to put coins in coffers. While all of this is happening, the pockets of faculty, trustees and "administration" are being lined gratuitously. And don't get me started on Frat Boy Frankie and Sorority Scandalous Suzy. Frankie typically carries all of a whopping 1.8 GPA. Suzy is a wanna-be debutante who has been known to get intimate with anywhere from half to three-quarters of Dear Olde Alma Mater's skill players and backfield depending on her blood-alcohol level. You, the mere mortal and dweebish nonathlete, will not be given the time of day. And maybe it's just as well.
Aside from these observations, I have also gained the insight of a few principles along the way.
Relentlessness is a state of mind, a state of body. Once you reach the state of being a tenacious and relentless to do the things you need to do, you don't accept anything less.
Denial of feelings and emotions is destroying things in yourself that you'd rather not be conscious and aware of. I have never shied away from showing my feelings on my sleeve because it's who I am. I wear many hats and many masks and one thing my personality will never be accused of is being bland and boring.
Once you reach attainment, your obligation is to give back. You didn't get here alone. My friends and parents leveled with me, and teachers from childhood to college told me in so many words: "I see something in you. I won't let you settle for mediocrity."
As an agent for change, a missionary for development, and an activist for action, I can say that "doers" do, while "don't-ers" make excuses. Doers, creators, and architects are those who don't take no for an answer and find ways—however unconventional—to get it done. People that don't do are those who are holding themselves back by mentally castrating themselves based on past failure. A person with a frame of reference for success is a winner before even stepping onto the field or into the arena. Thus, no matter what may lie ahead for me in the years to come, this diploma is something that can never be taken from me.
Now, I am out there in the dreaded "real world" at last, no longer a kid, no longer having the youngish college atmosphere to fall back on in a state of suspended adolescence. But no matter how much time passes from my walking the stage…as long as I preserve my one-of-a-kind persona and thirst for irreverence and iconoclastic paths like the guy from