Wyoming High School. Late October. The office of Ken Miller, laconic guidance counselor with a graying Beatle’s haircut.
“I want to get into the WHY program.”
“You missed the cut-off,” said Ken.
“I know – but it hasn’t started yet, right? You’re still picking students?”
“It starts next week – but – ”
He looked through my records, grimaced.
“Wow,” he said. “There’s no way you could do WHY.”
“Because – ?”
“You’ve got a C-minus average.”
