Dropping out of High School

or The Cracking of the Egg

Growing my hair longer in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. Author, 2005, New York.

I am either the smartest person here or I am the dumbest.

That was the thought that ran through my head during my school days. I was a horrible student. Always had been. My grades were constantly around the C- level. I would just hope for anything above a D. Although, I did see a lot of “F’s”. In fact, the only area of study I excelled in was Art…