I was 29 when I began majoring in art at college, and I was eleven years older than my classmates. The college’s administration labeled me an adult student because … well, because my 18-year-old nonequivalent classmates’ physical growth hadn’t stopped and they were intellectually shy—very shy—attaining maturity needed to be responsible. Thus, shuttled to classes at a satellite campus for older degree-seeking students, I wasn’t part of the mainstream campus life. From that exclusion the genesis of Conroy’s Corner occurred.
I drew Conroy’s Corner from 1987 to 1989 while I observed college life from the outside looking in. I founded a newspaper at the satellite campus and published my cartoons there. We who had attained maturity became an audience for the plights of Bruce Conroy who was part of the mainstream college life and fell shy understanding the dilemma of someone encaged by the unimaginative and conformist academia establishment.