Daniel had gotten through private school on a wink and a nudge and a check to the right foundation. Then he slogged through six pricey, yet ultimately fruitless, years of college on a Communications major and a transcript full of C’s and D’s: the grades you got for showing up, more or less.
Yes, Daniel was a survivor, too… the truly pitiful kind. The cockroach who never quite got stomped out.
“Well, I’m more of a common sense kind of guy, anyway,” he declared. “As long as I don’t light myself on fire or fall asleep on a park bench at 5 a.m., I’ll be alright.”
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Daniel had gotten through private school on a wink and a nudge and a check to the right foundation. Then he slogged through six pricey, yet ultimately fruitless, years of college on a Communications major and a transcript full of C’s and D’s: the grades you got for showing up, more or less.
Yes, Daniel was a survivor, too… the truly pitiful kind. The cockroach who never quite got stomped out.
“Well, I’m more of a common sense kind of guy, anyway,” he declared. “As long as I don’t light myself on fire or fall asleep on a park bench at 5 a.m., I’ll be alright.”