Kenny's Camera, Cooking & Crazy Confessions

The only comforting thing about the anger and disappointment I heard in my father's voice was that I didn't have to see the facial expression associated with it.  It was easily the most frightening and remorseful phone call that I ever made, explaining why I was working, instead of being registered and enrolled for classes at Florida A&M University.  I was double-majoring in Mathematical Sciences and Psychology, but not sure what I wanted to be.  I'd always wanted to be an educator of some sort, but if not as an elementary school teacher or band director, then a professional trainer. I gave him so many valid reasons that they ended up looking like excuses  What stuck out is that I had lost my scholarship after having been accused of a school violation I hadn't committed.  Thankfully, character references from instructors helped to exonerate me, which helped prevent expulsion.  But (confession time) I had already been on probation for getting caught...