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As a freshman in college (a land grant university - which will mean something to fellow grads of these great institutions), I majored in political science. I changed quickly to a far less demanding major - a course I have followed for the next several decades.
One course I took was a "practicum." The class was divided into several groups of 3, and each group assigned to a mythical country. By lot, each person became either a "foreign minister," "interior minister," or "prime minister." I was appointed prime minister.
The first decision to be made - solely by the prime minister - by each country was its form of government. Being a callow youth, I chose dictatorship, to the chagrin of my other co-countrymen.
I quickly embarked on world conquest. I built nuclear weapons, threatened other countries, and received oodles of tribute in the form of natural resources.
I received a high grade in the class for my accomplishments. I was aided by one occurrence: the class ended 1 week early - for reasons I can't remember. We were all graded on our position at the time of the class's end.
I then found out something. The other 9 nations had, unbeknownst to me, banded together. Had the class lasted the extra week, it would have seen my nation turned into a nuclear wasteland, after an attack by the other 9 nations. They had banded together against me (and my poor country), developed nukes, and were forestalled in their revenge only by happenstance.
I began thinking again about that class about 1/2-way through 2001. As an American who freshman fantasies are now being played out by George Bush, I hope his "freshman fantasies" do not result in the same outcome as mine.
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