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“I thought it seemed like a fine school.”
“I suppose,” Austin replied, looking at the community college’s campus as they drove away.
“I know they don’t have a baseball team,” Mom continued, her voice rising, “but they have intramurals you could play when you’re not working.”
Austin sighed. She had been attempting to improve his mood all morning. The orientation at his new college had been a snooze fest. Speakers started the day with lame jokes followed by even worse attempts at pretending to be excited about the new school year. Some in the audience laughed, but most flipped through information packets or remained buried in their smart phones or tablets. Austin would be taking three classes: college algebra, U.S. history, and biology.
Mom had worked hard to get him this chance, and
