Pivotal Month Foretold

Last Summer, I was cleaning out boxes of old archived personal documents. I came across an invoice, dated 10 December 1970, for tuition fees for my last semester as undergrad at a university in Ottawa Canada. A couple of years after graduation, I decided to enroll for graduate studies. I made application at two universities only: my old alma mater and the most prestigious Ivy League school (what the heck!). My alma mater turned me down, for their graduate program, so it was a sweet irony when I graduated with a Master's degree from the Ivy League school in June 1977. Unfortunately, June 1977 is also the month my father passed away. The sixth month of 1977, to this day, remains the most pivotal month in my life. On the 1970 invoice, below my name and above my father's name, as next of kin, is the student number from my undergraduate years: 019776. (PS as a further coincidence, at the same undergraduate university, we were flipping a coin, as part of a statistics course exercise ... I called it correctly 32 times in a row!)