My high school career did not get off to my highly expected
hopes. Standardized tests placed me in the bottom ranking. I was not sure what that meant. But who was I to object?
Mommie and Daddy took little interest.
So I entered the general curriculum—different from the college bound in
English, mathematics and science.
My English teacher (whose name I cannot remember and cannot look up because I did not have the money to buy a yearbook) came from Roanoke, Virginia. The end of
the world as far as I knew. Little did I know I would one day work in Roanoke.
She encouraged me when I had trouble with THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS. She praised my writing as creative and
original. She saw to it I was placed in the advanced class my sophomore year.
My general arithmetic teacher had me but three weeks before
she arranged to have me moved to Mr. Lassiter's algebra class. Mr. Lassiter tutored me during my study hall period for weeks so I could catch up
with the class. A not so great beginning turned out to be not so bad. At
graduation four years later I was awarded the “Four Year Mathematics Award”.
But as I will later tell you—not all was ‘fun and games.’
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