Waiting to Cry

About the Book

It was March 1977, and the harsh winter began to give way to forty-degree weather. We have survived another harsh winter a winter in most eyes that was unforgiving. Most cars lay buried deep beneath the snow, not a single indentation of a car’s roof but level ground as far as the eye could see. The snow must’ve been at least ten feet deep if it wasn’t foot. January’s harsh weather was far from being over; ice lined the edges of the sidewalks, turning into slush, and slid down the sewers, cleansing the streets as its final winter act. I must say,If I said I didn’t mine the snow I would be lying are being paid to make such a ridiculous statement. I hated going to school in the early mornings during the winter months. I also hated going to school in the early mornings in the spring and fall months. I guess you can say I didn’t enjoy the educational process.

About the Author

Whip Rawlings is an educator trainer and has written six books for the prison and jail programs. After serving ten years in the Marines Corps, he returned to the civilian world to study at California State University, Sacramento, in the field of social work. He returned to school years later to study in a dual-degree program. He earned a second bachelor’s degree in education, a master’s degree, and a teaching credential and administrator’s credential.