One of my first students was parking cars for a living after finishing his degree at one of the colleges in Atlanta. He had been taking the MCAT over and over again for three years and I was tutoring him for his fourth the second year after I started doing this stuff. Because it was his fourth MCAT, he had needed to write to AAMC to be able to sit again. This was 1994, whatever year the baseball strike was, when the braves had just settled into the first years with the starting rotation of Maddox, Glavine, and Smoltz in their prime, and Ken Griffey Jr. had a chance at the home run record. It was late in a really good season when the strike occurred, so we both swore that we would never give a crap about Major League Baseball for the rest of our lives and we shook on it. We were standing outside taking a break from working together. He was one of the one-on-one students in the MCAT Academy days before I starting working in biotech and moved MCAT to the garage in 2000. He confessed that the test we were preparing for was his fourth MCAT. Now he is a doctor, of course, or I wouldn't have told the story! He was diligent. After the MCAT we both almost had a nervous breakdown when they came back with a 6 on VR, but he was able to convince somebody at AAMC to manually check his scantron and they actually repaired his score to an 11. He had skipped one!