Oh gawd, this was going to be Hell. School and I have never had a good history. But me and math had even a worst relationship. It’s funny because as an adult I escaped anything that had to do with math. I don’t know how many people, knew how frozen I would become trying to figure out math.
One slight problem I could not start cooking in the kitchen until I passed Math! and Speech by the end of the quarter. Great. More pressure. That is all I needed.
Except for one thing the Financial aid money that will let me survive the rest of this year.
Oh boy. When I was 16 in 1969 my mother had made all my clothes –typical of the day. I wanted her to stop and she said if I wanted store bought clothes then get a job. So, I did at K-mart.
I worked inside a long circular enclosed area that held fancy candy. I was a chocoholic, so i did find a few that were running loose and I had to knock them over and eat them. I had only been there three months and was called into the upstairs office.
They told me. I was Fired. Why? I kinda knew it had to be few fancy chocolates missing. But NO, that wasn’t it at all. They said I had been stealing money.
Of course I had not stolen any money, but what I didn’t tell them was that I did not know how to count change!
Huge embarrassment at 16.
The beginning in my life full of embarrassment.