Don't have one.
They made me go to high school.
They tried to make me go to some fucking fancy prep school,
but after a year of loathing it, I dropped out and informed them
that they would either enroll me in the local public high school
or have a high school dropout for their only child.
Private university was a horse of an entirely different color.
There was nothing wrong with that.
That's a common experience that we actually share,
allowing for the tiny difference between Boston and Nashville.
[I'm not a believer, but Thank you, God, anyway.]
Instead of going "off to college,"
I was a subway token away from home,
but they got me an apartment anyway
so that I could have the "college experience"
without leaving town.
With that situation, my mother still got my laundry to do anyway, poor woman.