I was done with the whole hullaballoo of high school. Yearbook, physics, honors societies, the musical, the junior banquet, et cetera et cetera. I didn’t want to be there anymore. I was tired. I was bored. I wanted to go home.
I expected, of course, for my mother to say, “Stick it out. You can do it. School is important. Education is good. We love you.” That’s what I expected. Instead, she said, “Call me back in ten minutes.”