Sociology is my last class of the tiring day and Friday is the last day of the tiring week. I always fail. You're barely carrying a lower B in this class. If you don't achieve an exceptional grade on the final coming up, you're more than likely to slip to a C . He utters this last part with a look of contempt.
Fearful whispers resound around the class.
The weighty classload I've taken with the aim to one day get me into the University's School of Law is made heavier by the humanities electives required as an undergraduate. I took this course in sociology, which I'd been mistakenly told would be easy , to meet the requirement. I was relieved to discover when I registered that Larry McGinnis, my father's long time ex-Naval compatriot, was the instructor. My attitude changed, however, a few weeks into the fall quarter with the gradual declining of my performance. Not long after my father had confronted me.