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Mom, Dad, and Son. Graduation. 1990. Soldiers and Sailors Hall.

I think I checked out of high school a few months before graduation. Don’t get me wrong, I loved high school experience… the social aspects that is. After the Christmas break moving into 1990, I was ready to move on.

I was ready for a wild summer and then off to Hampton University in the fall. At 17, soon to be 18, the world seems like just the right size to seize. It’s those next 4 years where the world got bigger and I became smaller, that crushed the very notion.

Reflecting back, while I had an affinity for school, I was in it for the social experience. Rarely did I read the textbooks, do homework or paid much attention in class unless it was to act up. I had no idea what I was doing so I acted out of what I’ll call instinct, picking the world apart to see how it really worked. It was a crazy ride.

Sometimes I marvel that I actually graduated. I’m fortunate the world was so kind. Also fortunate my parents stuck it out with me.

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