My youngest brother was born after my aunt, who paid for the rest of us to go to college, died. And we do not have the savings she had, and he worked his way through college, here. First, he waited on tables. Then he moved up to installing DirecTV. At that time circumstances dictated that he take certain classes from me. And he is intelligent, and articulate, but he was working long hours, and I never found an honest way to give him a grade higher than B.
He would rush into class at the last minute, still in his cap and overalls, embroidered over the left pocket with his name. And I would see him and do a double take, here he was that delicate child, who used to cut school in hopes of hearing Laotians speak, himself fluent in Portuguese, and Creole, and French, and very academic, and paying high interest on his truck note because he was under 25 and Black, and in his cap and overalls, and sitting as he did although after hours he is very elegant, he was so clearly a working man.