In the third term of my freshman year, when my mother was no longer sending me money, I was able to make 25 dollars a month — which was barely enough for me to get by with — by working 100 hours a month chopping wood and cutting up quarters of beef for the girls’ dormitory. Chopping wood for the wood burning stoves in the kitchen of the girls’ dormitory and cutting the beef for them and mopping the kitchens every night. And, in order to do this, to work 100 hours a month at a job for 25 cents an hour and to keep up with my studies, it was necessary that I not waste any hours during the day. So, I think I developed the habit of working.