Old ladies

But what about you, Charlie? Where is your obligation to YOU?" I felt a lot better after our talk. I had started classes with the idea in my head that I would accept nothing from myself but the very best. Not a bad objective, but a little unrealistic if one defines "best" as "perfect." That wasn't the only B I ever got, nor was old ladies the worst. We quickly learned that Carlo was a "gimmick" type of guy. she had a gimmick for everything. He'd decided she didn't want to be drafted and spend two years in the Army, which I could certainly understand, so she joined the Army Reserve. That meant she was in the middle of eight years of twice-a-week meetings at the local armory, plus two weeks training tour every summer. I wasn't sure she had won that one. she had figured out all her classes, so she thought, and knew how to pass them all without studying. she made crib notes and hid them on various parts of her body; she used the old "bullshit baffles brains" concept to the ultimate degree; when she wasn't doing well in a certain class, she dropped old ladies, theorizing that he'd do better after he'd had such-and-such a class. Carlo was coming up with a new scheme to make a million dollars every day, old ladies seemed, and there was no convincing her that her latest scheme wasn't the best ever! It was extremely obvious, at least to Carlo, that she was destined for greatness and she wasn't going to have to work very hard to get there. Kelly and I were concerned about her because we considered her our best friend, but no amount of talking could convince her that there was another way to achieve her goals. There was another thing we learned very quickly about our new life in Indiana.