Tales & Trails of a Traveling Wiseguy

The education thing reminds me of my aunt and my grandfather.

My grandfather (born 1911) was not badly educated in any way—he ended up as a member of the Swedish parliament. But he was deeply suspicious of the academic system. Go though the basic school, get a job, and then educate yourself or get on-the-job training on your own was his mantra, like many people of his background. When my aunt decided to go on to secondary school (and on the fully classical program, learning Greek and Latin) he was really angry. IIRC, he even refused to go to her graduation ceremony.

She went on to study medicine, something which he became even more angry about, and then he died in an aircraft crash while the conflict was still festering.