1970
In my situation it was the only one I could really afford. I was orphaned when I was three months old. I was in an orphanage and then a foster home until I was nine years old. I went back to live with my mother, who was remarried, and my real father, who I believe was a college graduate. I know he was an electrical engineer, working for Western Electric. I had a really good life at CCNY. Most of my courses were midday or evening, because I was working, and so I was a little older actually too. I was about four years older than most of the kids there. I joined the Newman Club, which is right up the block. That was my home base with studying, meeting, and camaraderie. My professors were absolutely great. I have some of the greatest visiting professors that when I think about it now. In retrospect I was fortunate to have gone to CCNY for that reason alone. Being a neophyte I walk into a class and I really don't think about the professor, their background, who they are, what they represent, and their experience. Some of the professors I had were well-known people. It really helped me.