You wouldn't know it --- night classes while I worked by day, since my family and circumstances couldn't afford luxuries like college, let alone sitting out the draft because I got bone spurs in I don't remember which foot while playing sqash and attending New York orgies while not getting captured.
I did spend years working at Penn, though probably after Rump was gone back to Noo Yawk to get his "small inheritance" enroute to having no job for the rest of his life.
That explains your poor working knowledge of the English language. Where were you an editor? The Sticks Star? The Boonies Bee? The Hick Harold? Most of your readers were illiterate?
At the "Romper Room Big Book of Reading Comprehension for the Retarded Kids who Don't Know What Their Gender Is and Go On and On After They've Already Lost the Argument Expecting Different Results"
Oh wait -- no, that's my current job.