“Yeah, and how are you going to do that if you’re failing out of high school?” “Oh yeah? And how do you presume that’s going to happen if you can’t get into college, Jeff?” I said as we got to the car. “There’s only two years left until graduation anyway. “Oh, real nice.” I said, shaking my head. “You need to cool it, dude.” I growled at my son the second we had stepped out of the principal’s office. “I’m working on it, ma’am.” I said with a weak smile. Wilson, I sympathize with you and your son but after the 10th time hearing this from you my patience is wearing thin.” She said, glaring at him, and giving a cold smile, her lipstick smudging even more than it already had. “Jeff’s been going through some stuff ever since his mom died.” “Principal Carter, I assure you it won’t happen again.” I apologized, forcing a smile.
