School became secondary and being at home watching television was what I managed. I would write my excuses and my mother would sign them. If the school knew, they overlooked it or my mother went to bat for the poor widow’s daughter. Then the 11th grade teachers found me out. A 30 year old friend of my older brother, would come and be a teacher's aid, as he studied to be a teacher. and he was good friend's with my brother. I began to be motivated, I wanted atttention.
Or perhaps the hormones had finally reached my brain.
