He wouldn't be expelled, but he would drop out.
After four years of college, Tim didn't even get a diploma.
His classmates all had bright futures, while Tim could only rely on his parents at home.
He didn't look for reasons from himself.
Instead, he blamed all his unhappiness on the choices I made for him.
Tracy also said that if it weren't for me interfering, her son would have been admitted to Harvard University long ago.
I complained to my husband, Noah Smith.
"Who told you to meddle? Now that things have turned out like this, isn't it your responsibility?" Noah was playing with his cell phone and didn't even raise his head, let alone say a few words for me.
Funny!
They were the ones who begged me to help them apply for college in the first place.
My choice didn't have the slightest problem, and it could even be said to be perfect.
It was Tim who was lazy and didn't get ahead.
Now he blamed me.
"It's all your fault! If you hadn't let me choose this shitty school, I wouldn't even have gotten my diploma!" Tim accused me with red eyes after coming back from a classmate gathering.
I had yet to react.
Before I could react, he pushed me down the stairs.