After a conflict regarding quality assurance in which poor-quality products were approved by the FDA, my mother quit. In efforts to improve the plight of her little household, my mother applied to the Physician's Assistant Program at Drew Medical school. In transition, my family moved to Watts and kept body and soul together with Food Stamps and Federal Cheese. Being on welfare does not feel good. The news was all over campus the next day.
Children have no mercy, especially in the ghetto.
This reality was far from the golden palace I had imagined to be my birthright. From Watts to Westwood. My mom was accepted into the UCLA medical school program. I received a scholarship to Crossroads, a college prep school in Santa Monica. Maybe my dreams of grandeur would be manifested after all.