Listening to the biographies of today''s graduating seniors wears me out. Those students destined for the top schools excel academically, as well as in music, art and sports.  They also seem to find time to save the world by volunteering in one or more organizations.

I sometimes wonder if I would have ended up in a community college rather than the University of Michigan if I measured myself by these standards -- or would I?

Several week ago as I was sorting and classifying some family papers, I found the church bulletin from my own graduation day.  Each senior had a list of their achievements following their names.  Most lists occupied two or three lines, a few went on for four or five lines.  However, I noticed that mine went on for a whopping ten lines.

The definition of overachiever may have changed in over 40 years, but by the standards of 1967, I must plead guilty and admit that I, too, was an overachiever.