It is not that I didn t care for my home and family. It is just that the monotony of living at Marvin Avenue in Los Angeles, California began to bore me. Every day had the same schedule. I would wake up at 7 a.m. to go to school. Bells rang every minute of the day signaling the beginning of English, math, physics, history, PE, journalism, and art.
Bells rang to signal the end of English, math, physics, history, PE, journalism, and art.
Bells announced the beginning and end of nutrition. Bells announced the beginning and end of lunch. And finally, a bell rang to end school and dismiss me home. Once home I would complete my homework, watch television, and then wait for dinner. I always had high expectations of dinner.