I went to student financial services today to figure out where they were in processing/approving my additional loans for the semester. It turns out that I’ve been approved for twice as much as I originally thought for the semester. When I walked out of the building I lit a cigarette and thought, Thank you Ms. McDowell for helping me pay my rent.

She was my AP Calc teacher in high school, one of the only ones who actually taught me something while I was there, and probably the only one who didn’t put up with my nonsense. She also encouraged me to take dual enrollment classes at the community college, which I did. You know what those extra credits get me? More money to survive off of in college (food, rent, alcohol—JOKING…maybe.)

Just when you start discrediting high school altogether, your math teacher helps you pay your rent. Bring on the french fries! (Just kidding, they’re all gone.)