I thought if I could turn my father than we could unite against my mother. Even though she would have the final word I preferred to go in with backup.
“Daddy,” I always call my dad this as I am often asking for favors, “do you think I could go to public school?”
“But I took the test for Bronx Science, Brooklyn Tech, and Stuyvesant. Those are really good public schools.”
“I don’t want to go to private school anymore. There are lots of good public schools.”
“Not around here. If you stay in NY, you’ll go to a Catholic high school.”
Chapel and no uniforms or uniforms and mass – my dreams of being head cheerleader and dating the quarterback were fading.