I know, because my Plan A crashed and burned. I had, against the odds, gotten into an excellent university, heading for a science major--something girls hardly ever tried, in those days. I had fought off years of disapproval by those who thought a child of divorce--especially a girl child of divorce--should be submissive and humble and agree to be a meek little marginal character, doomed to fail at everything. I got away, I thought. And then...I failed. Spectacularly, in more than one area. My Plan A was gone, and I had no Plan B...I had not thought of failure, only of what lay beyond that first success, that first degree.
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