They all told me that I wasn't college material;
They told me I wouldn't make much of myself,
Hated grade school with every bite of cold cereal.
Shoulders slouched and posture askance,
I thought I'd grow up to be a nobody,
Missing out on life's finer dance.
Then, one day I started to tell myself that I could,
School became a gateway drug that led to success,
And sure enough, I stood,
Taller and confidently as I was proven to be collage material,
A scholar and a lawyer,
They all used to tell me that I wasn't college material;
They told me I wouldn't make much of myself.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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