The Kinds Of People You Meet In Summer School.
I've just realized that somebody, sometime in my past, has slighted me. I'm going into my ninth year of school since kindergarten, and despite being old for my grade, I am not on the fast track for math. Somehow there are kids who, I don't know, went to a more competitive middle school or whatever, and now, they're going to get all the way through Advanced Calculus before they hit their senior year, and if I keep plodding along as I had been planning on doing, I might not even get there.
Luckily, I have this summer to fix things. If I just take Algebra 2 over the summer, then I can be in Geometry this next school year, and then onward and upward. Good grades in high maths and acceptance into good colleges and good grad schools and good jobs and. All that. I've already had this trajectory mapped out for years. With a quiet relief, I sign up for my class, my mother standing behind me, sucking on cigarettes and coca-cola. She does