…in boot camp…others cried because of being exercised until our muscles gave out. I cried because I missed my son…

I am sixteen, living with my boyfriend, and not going to school. I live in a trashy studio apartment in dilapidated downtown Mesa…How do I get to law school?…

Nobody pretended our lives would be all smooth sailing, but everyone at that school gave us hope…

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