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said she could smell the liquor and club smoke on our clothes. Then the worst came … she said, “I am calling your parents and you
will be sent home in the morning.” There were no second chances, and she was especially happy to send me home because this was

the same Dean/House Mother that my friend had over-ruled about her weekend policy. She definitely had it in for me. It was all

about revenge for her. She called our parents.

My Queen of the Church Announcements and Church Clerk mother was devastated! I could tell how hurt my mom was when she

spoke to me. Of course, I went into my dramatic antics, “Mother, I’m so sorry!” She said, “Were you drinking?” I said, “Yes, I had a
little rum and coke, but I was not drunk.” By this time, I was crying, “Please forgive me! I’m sorry! If you don’t forgive me, I’ll kill

myself!” My mother said, “You made a mistake. Come on home and everything will be okay.” She was still very hurt because her prim

and proper debutante daughter had, as the saying goes, “fallen from grace” and was being sent home from college.

The House Mother showed no sympathy. After we spoke to our parents, the House Mother said, “You may leave my office and go

upstairs and pack your bags because I will be dropping you off at the bus station at eight in the morning.” Needless to say, she did just
that! We were given a brown bag lunch, a comic book, and sent on our way.

I can’t remember the hometown of the young lady that I had gone out with, but I arrived at my hometown of Sanford, Florida, at

midnight. My mom said very little when she picked me up from the bus station. Remember, I had just made that grand speech in

church on Sunday about going to college. Well, here it is early Tuesday morning, and I’m being sent home! As soon as I got a little
settled, my mom said, “You are not to leave this house until I can arrange for you to visit your aunt for the rest of the summer in

Jacksonville, Florida.” This was great for me because it was like throwing the rabbit in the briar patch. I loved staying with Aunt
Corrie, the party lady. I could eat all I wanted, relax, and enjoy the summer with my cousins. The only difference was: my mother

came with me this visit.