Ac Davis:  

Life Continued from college bio ... After much drama involving the not-so-supportive father of my baby and his equally not-so-supportive family, my baby girl was diagnosed with a brain tumour and died at just over 4 months of age. After a few more roommates and jobs and life experiences, I met my current husband and renewed my quest for higher learning and stability (he did the smart thing and actually graduated high school and university the first time around). We have now been together for 12 years or so and the biggest drama in my life is trying to avoid hitting deer on my way to work. I like it this way although I've become that annoying adult who pesters our nieces and nephews to do well in school. We don't have kids yet but hopefully someday soon I can be like who I most admire in life ... my mom. School I quit high school and got a job ... then I went back ... then I quit again and got a job ... then I went back again ... I didn't actually graduate until years later ... but at least I graduated ... in between I took other various other courses because despite my teenage rebellion against the school system my mom somehow convinced me that learning was important. I even managed to graduate from some of those courses (ie) make-up artistry, creative writing etc. etc. Pretty much the same story with college(s) ... except at least college was interesting ... and the teachers/administrators weren't quite as psychotic ... and I was a little bit more mature. There were two teachers in high school who encouraged me ... I forget their names. One told me I should submit a poem to the school paper that I had mostly plagarized from some song lyrics ... I was so ashamed I told no one ... obviously I couldn't submit it. Later in college I would see students who did nothing but plagarize. I wondered then how many of my high school classmates had done the same thing. The other teacher who inspired me pulled me aside one day when I decided on a whim to show up for class and used the tough love approach. It worked. I surely would've failed that class if not for that discussion. I wish all my teachers had been like that. Another teacher showed me favoritism because he knew my parents. I resented that - I wanted to do well on my own terms. There were other teachers and administrators who we students described using various unflattering terms and some who simply shouldn't have been in their chosen profession. I think about them now. I wonder what life struggles they were going through. I wonder what they thought of us a...Expand for more