My high school guidance counselor has an indelible place in my memory. Unfortunately, I don’t mean that in a good way.
I sat across from him in a small cubby that somehow functioned as an office. Dim, yellow light provided just enough light for him to find my name on his roster of students. But not even the dim light could not hide his disbelief when I told him that I wanted to finish high school early so I could jump-start my college career and marry the girl of my dreams.