There are a total of twenty-two middle schools, or high schools, in Sabine, where there are no middle schools, only elementary schools, middle schools, and colleges.
Elementary school students spend nine years in school before moving on to secondary school for three years, and after completing twelve years of education they are able to move on to university.
Not everyone is able to go on to university, however; the current university acceptance rate is less than seventeen percent, for two main reasons.
On the one hand, the cost of college is still too high for the average family; it's not like primary and secondary school, where the cost is relatively low, and not all families can afford four years of college.
The other side of the coin is that current education is essentially a joke, with about ninety percent of college students coming from private schools rather than public schools, according to some consulting organizations.
The failure of public education, which included family financial problems, ultimately limited people's access to college, and that's how Lynch didn't get to go to college, even though he filled out his declaration with great care.
In other words, to go to college, it is not important to be good at studies, but it is important to have a family that can afford the high cost, or have some power.
The reason for the victory of the incumbent President of the Baylor Federation came from two main sources, the first being his promise to make sure that the issue of health care reform would be accomplished during his term of office by lowering the cost of health care and making it affordable for all.
Secondly, it was his promise to complete a new round of education reform during his term of office, expanding the proportion of students in public secondary schools going on to universities from about ten percent to about twenty percent as far as possible, and that's why people chose him.
As for whether or not he can finish ..., maybe we won't know until after his term is over, there will always be those who face the world with the childish mindset that things will turn around at the last second.
Of course it's not absolute desperation for the current education system, every school has scholarships, and compared to the brutal competitiveness of public schools, private school scholarships are a great solution, the school board can determine who to give them to, which is why it's sometimes said that power is greater than equal to wealth.
Michael's son, Michael Jr. is one of those "good kids" who gets scholarships every year. Academic performance is only one part of being a student, but life, extracurriculars and afterschools are also criteria for a student, and at least he meets the criteria for scholarships in the latter three categories.
Combined with his family background, Michael Jr. had a lot of good friends at school.
A noon time, Michael borrowed three thousand dollars from his friends, this money is not enough, he needs at least two thousand dollars, but the school side can borrow basically all the surplus money to him.
Those he can't borrow, even if he talks a lot, people may not lend him the money.
After finishing his lunch like chewing wax, he drove back home despite his girlfriend's retention.
At this time, Mrs. Michael had not returned from the hospital, and in order to avoid the criminal from coming back to harm Mrs. Michael, Mrs. Michael remained in the hospital and was under the protection of the police.
Many criminals have an inexplicable extermination plot that the sheriff is afraid of, so the whole room is completely empty.
Back at home little Michael started rummaging through his closet looking for cash, Mrs. Michael was a full time housewife which meant she kept a lot of change around the house for emergencies.
Soon Michael Jr. had found a couple hundred dollars in change, but it wasn't enough to get him to pay the bartender, who hesitated for a moment and opened the door to Michael's study.
Michael didn't allow Michael Jr. to enter the study without permission when he was in the house, and the study sometimes contained random volumes, or some evidence that had been brought back for study, or something like that.
These things, if destroyed, would cause a great deal of passivity in the solving of the case and would leave Michael with a black eye, but now these are not enough to stop young Michael's impulse to prove himself at the same time that he is angry with his mother.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, fuming, then entered the room gingerly, so careful even though he knew Michael wasn't in the house.
He glanced around casually before focusing on the desk, he'd seen Michael keep his change in a drawer sometimes before, not everyone liked to carry too many coins on their person, that shit could distort clothes and make people uncomfortable.
He opened the drawers in order and found the money he wanted, but he was not yet satisfied; he wanted to go on and see what was in all these drawers, until he opened the penultimate drawer, and found a gold ring under an apparently cocked file.
He took the ring in his hand and was going to put it back, he thought it might belong to Michael or Mrs. Michael, and just as he was in the process of putting it back, he saw a line on the inner ring.
Curiosity made him take the ring back in his hand and read it against the light, "My beloved Catherine."
Little Michael froze, his expression frozen for a brief moment, it was clear that Mrs. Michael did not have the name Catherine in her name, and it was unlikely that Michael would ever be referred to as "Catherine" by anyone else, so there was no doubt that the ring belonged to someone else, or at least someone who was going to give it to someone else.
The hurt that Mrs. Michael had suffered last night, her own zen attempts to get to the bottom of it, all of it shattered in the face of the ring that was so obviously full of signs of betrayal.
A wave of anger rose from Michael Jr. They were being threatened and Michael, the head of the family, had betrayed the family!
Any thoughts of putting the ring back disappeared as well, and he grimaced as he clutched the ring in his hand, deciding after a few moments of silence to use his actually not at all mature, but pretending to be mature, head to formulate a plan for himself.
He's going to destroy the ring that threatens to destroy his family's harmony, and he's pretending to be mature about giving Michael, his father, a chance to save the family, like so many TV shows.
In this moment, he felt grown up and mature, not so childish anymore, and rightfully so he had to destroy the evidence.
If he sold the ring, he'd almost be able to come up with that money.
A little later in the day Michael Jr. showed up outside an antique store, having learned from his father's conversation with a coworker that some antique stores often do the selling of stolen goods.
They never asked where things came from, they labeled them antiques and acquired them and billed them.
Michael Jr. had found an antique store on the other side of town, and the reason he'd traveled so far was that he didn't want the owner of the antique store to recognize him, a sign of his inexplicable self-perceived maturity.
"A gold ring ...," said the owner of the antique store, who looked to be in his fifties, a little balding, and wearing a short-sleeved brown shirt.
He wore a pair of glasses and looked down at the gold ring that kept tumbling in his hand, as well as looking at the inscription inside the ring's band, then he looked up at Michael Jr. "How much are you going to sell it for?"
Little Michael was actually a little nervous, this was his first time doing this kind of thing, he didn't want to be seen as childish, he just wanted to be as mature as possible, he pretended to be calm and said, "Five hundred dollars at least!" , saying that he added to justify his offer, "It's solid gold!"
The owner of the antique store bristled, "It's not like if you say it's pure gold, it must be pure gold, I need to burn it with fire, wait for me for a minute!" , with that said he didn't care if little Michael agreed or not, he took the ring and turned around and walked into the room behind him.
A truly experienced person would have sensed something was wrong, no one would have let the ring out of their sight, except for those who are immature, but pretend to be.
The antique store owner went into the back room and silently lifted the phone and dialed a private number.
"Someone has come to sell a ring ... Yes, the one you talked about last time, I see, I'll stall him!"
Antique stores calmly hung up the phone, everyone knows that the antique stores in the sale of stolen goods, the reason why they are able to sell stolen goods in the open without being interfered by the police, the Bureau of Investigation, in fact, because of their "cooperation".
They're also one of the eyes of the police, or FBI agents!
If Michael Jr. had been able to listen to the entire conversation between his father and his coworker that day, he would have known that the crux of Michael and his coworker's chat wasn't that the antique store was selling stolen goods, but that they had found clues from the antique store.