It was my first week in high school and I was in the principal's office beginning the slow process of changing and maybe even saving my life. If the secretary happened to be listening to the conversation, she probably thought I was getting my rear end chewed to a pulp.

He was explaining that I was on the wrong track in my life and that I had too much to offer for me to be wasting it and living like I was living. He was demanding that things change and that they do so starting that day.

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