At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

had suddenly changed.

Mom listened.

“You already figured all that out?”

“I started.”

Two days later, the university adjusted my aid package.

They added a small institutional grant and increased my work-study eligibility.

I accepted a federal loan for the rest.

I would graduate with some debt if I stayed in the program.

That scared me.

It still scared me less continue reading …