“Yes, well, in that respect and many others, American high schools do rather resemble prisons.”
My eyes widened. “Oh my God, Mom, you’re so right. The metal detectors. The cinder-block walls.”
“They’re both overcrowded and underfunded,” Mom said. “And both have bells that ring to tell you when to move.”
“And you don’t get to choose when you eat lunch,” I said.
“And prisons have power-thirsty, corrupt guards, just like schools have teachers.” She shot me a look, but then started laughing.
“You headed straight home after school?” “Yeah, then I gotta take Daisy to work.”
Mom nodded. “Sometimes I miss you being a little kid, but then I remember Chuck E. Cheese.”
“She’s just trying to save money for college.” My mom glanced back down at her book.
“You know, if we lived in Europe, college wouldn’t cost much.” I braced myself for Mom’s cost-of-college rant.
“There are free universities in Brazil. Most of Europe. China. But here they want to charge you twenty-five thousand dollars a year, for in-state tuition.
I just finished paying off my loans a few years ago, and soon we’ll have to take out ones for you.”
“I’m only a junior. I’ve got plenty of time to win the lottery. And if that doesn’t work out, I’ll just pay for school by selling meth.”
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