Willie Mae and I had something in common - we were different. I was African-American. She was an older student - about 20 -who seemed to be almost as much an outcast as I. She and I spent some time together in the guidance counselor, Miss Margaret Winter's office. She and I would chat about this and that. She didn't seem to mind our differences and neither did I. I suppose in today's educational arena she would be someone with special needs. Sometimes you just need someone to talk to you, to acknowledge the humanity within you. A lesser soul might have just given up and quit. I remember her father ran a used bookstore downtown.
Brenda Kay Monroe (Moses)
Willie Mae and I had something in common - we were different. I was African-American. She was an older student - about 20 -who seemed to be almost as much an outcast as I. She and I spent some time together in the guidance counselor, Miss Margaret Winter's office. She and I would chat about this and that. She didn't seem to mind our differences and neither did I. I suppose in today's educational arena she would be someone with special needs. Sometimes you just need someone to talk to you, to acknowledge the humanity within you. A lesser soul might have just given up and quit. I remember her father ran a used bookstore downtown.