Iwashalfwaythroughthefallsemesteratmynewschool.Itwasaprivate,allmaleschoolwithanallmalefaculty.Dadwasn’thappywiththeeducationIhadbeengettinginpublicschool,andbecausehisbusinesshaddonewellthelastfewyears,hefelthecouldaffordtobuymeabettereducation.Iwashappyitwasatanallmaleschool.Inevercaredmuchforgirls.Oneday,thebellrang,signalingtheendofmyalgebraclass.IclosedmybookandheadedtowardsthedoorwhenIfeltastronghandgrabmyshoulder.Iswungmyheadaround.ItwasMr.Studman,myalgebrateacher.“Holdon,Andy.Inee