No intiende o save...
I hate to brag but, I left high skrewel in the first semester of 10th grade.
Ain’t hurt me ....yet.
Well, actually I tested out and was in college during what would have been my 10th grade.
To top it off, my Mom left me all by my lonseome to feed myself, pay rent and continue college and the family moved to Oklahoma.
I was 15 and a year later I became an emancipated minor, due a loving father, who believed in me and my ability to function.
I had great parents who ensured that no questions I asked went without an answer or really, long hours in our home library of various encyclopedias, various research books and National Geographic.
In fact, I was reading and writing, cursive, at age 4.
A parent must be involved in a child’s education and preparing them for a life of independence and self determination.
Her failure is the responsibility of her parents.
Also, Spanish was my first language. Thanks to a nice ESL teacher, no one knows this until I tell them. (It came with a free Southern drawl! Now I sound like a well-spoken plantation owner. ;-))