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13 // summer school

Four score and seven years ago, there was a certain care taken into my well being. It was a care insisted upon adults for the growing adolescents as ourselves to become the greatest and most successful we can be. Make them proud.

For years, that pride and will to care was instated upon me so that I could grow to be one of many with a sane husband and a decent paying job. In the world of my junior year, that was apparently not the case.

Not only to mine but my family's surprise, that final semester had become a rock, and a heavy stone at that, now being thrown at my unwilling to catch arms as I escaped the dreaded peeling paint of the institution called a school. I had failed the semester.

Thus, because of the improper timing and lack of concentration, I had been enrolled into summer classes without my own consent.

Chemistry, Geometry II, PE and Latin IV had been scrolled into my record with permanent rollerball ink.

Four classes, little dignity left to finish my junior year and worst of all, there was the source of problems near and far from me sitting right across the row.