
Photo by polifemus (out of order).
This is a guest-post by John Konrad.
At 18 years old I was ill-equipped for the future and struggling academically. I had been an A student in high school but managed to succeed only with the help of caffeine tobacco and by working every late night that preceded a big exam. It seemed to work and during my senior year I had been accepted into the United States Naval Academy.
Then life crashed. The regimented schedules set by the military instructors combined with my father’s diagnosis with cancer from Agent Orange and some immaturity on my part to cause my grades to plummet and, upon completing the difficult first year, I was given the boot.
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