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Over that lunch Marissa and I chatted quickly. It turned out her job at the Club, which was actually more like three different jobs she was working between the snack cart, the waitressing and bartending, and working as event staff, wasn’t even her only employer. She also worked the breakfast rush at a diner in town three days a week and volunteered her time at a women’s shelter when she didn’t have afternoon shifts at the Club. She kept herself extremely busy during the regular school year, and even during the summer she tended to prefer working to free time.

For my part, I told her about growing up as a Club kid, and struggling with dyslexia - I’d gotten over my embarrassment of it later in high school and was happy to talk about it. That was really the only way I’d even gotten through my Massage Therapy program; being open about it with the school helped me get through all the written tests without completely bombing.

Marissa was out of there first, giving me another smile as she sa