She didn’t seem like the rest of the other college girls I have met, she was mature, fun loving, ready to explore and knew what she wanted in life. ...t remembered me of myself in college days. Our connections grew stronger as we kept talking and she was holding my arm while we were talking and she leaned over me a couple of times to see out of the window.As time passed by our conversations muted a little and we became silent, while she was lost in some thoughts still holding my arm and leaning. No, people took Theater Arts—myself included—because it was a blowoff class. We didn't do a goddamn thing in that class. There were literally couches in one corner of the room, under the guise of "a place to read and rehearse more comfortably." Mrs. McKinley was the type of teacher to pass out books, then turn around and tell us to be ready to pretend to be reading if the principal poked his head in the door. I figured out pretty early on that she and I shared a sense of humor, which is. I eat at 6 and I expect you to be there on time. I’ve got you a tutor and you will improve your grades. On your own and by yourself, you’ll learn your math because my sister will be teaching you.’ ‘Coach, I don’t know what to say.’ ‘Say ‘Thank you, Coach’ and that’ll do it for me, Knothead.’ ‘Thank you, Coach,’ said the young man with a grateful smile. ‘I’ll see you at 6 sharp and thank you for keeping this between us, I don’t want the other guys to know I need a tutor.’ Coach Hibb didn’t say. I asked Buster to translate for me. “Please tell your relatives I have no intention to do any harm to you. Instead, I am here to try to get both of us out of a bad situation, and will try to protect you throughout our dilemma.” I must have done something right as the man effortlessly pulled me to my feet and I received a dazzling smile from the little lady. I realized that I had really meant what I'd said. After the aunt and uncle left Buster said, “Sit down. I have tequila, rye, and pulque,.