Then I proceed to flunk every class for the next three and a half years. All along the way I blame the school, my professors, society, my enemies, everything but my own performance.
Finally, in the second semester of what is my fourth freshman year... I pull out a D minus in ONE class.
So then I say to my Dad: "My grades are at a 44 month high! See, I just needed a little time to see the results of my study habits. How about paying my way for another four years?"
Would my Dad be a racist if he didn't believe me?
