Birthdays tend to bring about reflection on the past. It was around this time, twenty years ago, that I started down a wayward path. I had just turned fourteen and was about to start high school when I first learned that my parents were getting a divorce. I took it hard. I withdrew from my childhood friends, started to act out, and stopped caring about school. Ultimately, I failed the first half of ninth grade and dropped out completely during the second semester. I did not h
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