Academic Probation, Cameron University. Yep. That was our humble beginning. A transplant from Fort Worth to rural Comanche and a generational pillar of the Duncan community—both shy and struggling to stay in school and find our way. We should have never even crossed paths. But for God. The class was meant to teach us to be prepared and organized, to save us from expulsion. It was Noah’s unpreparedness in ordering his textbook that would ultimately start our journey to forever. We shared my textbook… a lot. Looking back, there may have been some purpose in Noah’s continual unpreparedness. I like to think I didn’t need the class as much as he did, but my father—who accompanied me to the counselor to discuss my academic probation—would probably see it differently.