Emily s Story
Emily's Story I was standing in the office of my new high school. I had switched in the middle of the year, and the consular was setting up my new schedule. My guidance worker, a tall older woman, softly typed on her keyboard and bit her lip in thought. "Hmm. We have a problem," she sighed. "What?" "See, you need an elective credit, yet it says here that you haven't taken any woodshop class." "Yeah, I know. At my old school we didn't have shop. Everybody just took home...