I honestly graduated from space camp in Alabama, though I'm pretty certain there was an asterisk next to my diploma because my crew cursed quite a bit during our flight. We were like ten or eleven years old and got a talkin' to from some senior space cadets. Turns out that space is not the place for foul mouths.
I'm an anarchist, and I straddle the line between futurist and traditionalist. It's a hard life.