Tools of the trade

I was a straight A student. I was atheletic and artistic. I was smart and pretty. But my whole life people have felt uncomfortable around me.

I was adopted at birth by my doting parents and raised in a suburb right smack dab in the middle of Colorado. I was their angel, they're gift from god.
All my college applications were accepted. They were joyous.
I got pregnant shortly after. They hid me away like I was diseased. I was disgraced. Shamed.

So they terminated the pregnancy at 26 weeks.
It was shortly after that when I had my first documented manic episode.
It was decided that college was to much for me, perhaps Beauty school was a better option.
So I cut hair for 9$ an hour at the burger king of hair salons. That's my life

I'm applying for a nursing program. And they can suck my toe if they don't like it.