MICHAEL
“Mr. Galbraith, I’m sorry, but your credits do not neatly transfer to our school. With your last school using block scheduling, the short stint at a second school, and the different curriculum requirements here, you’re technically a Junior.”
I was seething. I’d been listening to this guidance counselor pick apart my transcripts compared to this new school’s curriculum for over thirty minutes. My last school was structured like college, with only four classes per semester. The school we’d temporarily transferred to had the same, but I had to take whatever classes were available due to enrolling after the year began. Now, this guy was looking at me and telling me I wasn’t a Senior anymore because of it.
He looked over his glasses at me before peering down at his computer and clic
