There was only one class in Environmental Policy when I was Harvard. I took it, and we read this book.
The better story was about the professor. He'd...moreThere was only one class in Environmental Policy when I was Harvard. I took it, and we read this book.
The better story was about the professor. He'd gone to live with a tribe of people in Africa who subsisted entirely on sweet potatoes. Unfortuntately, due to his portly figure, he had to leave the community as he needed too many yams & their supply was suffering.
Also, my final paper was on disposable versus washable diapers. I had an anxiety attack as I had accumulated so much information on the subject that I couldn't make any sense out of the debate. The paper was, uh, a miserable failure.(less)