Chapters (52)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- READING GROUP GUIDE
- Book ClubDiscussion Questions
- Q&A withFarrah Rochon
- Bonus Scene
- About the Author
- Also by Farrah Rochon
- Praise for Farrah Rochon andThe Dating Playbook
“I get that,” she said. “Take science, for example. I love science. Like, really love it—especially biology. Learning about how all the parts of the body worked together? It’s amazing when you think about it.” She shrugged. “I just wonder how much more I would have enjoyed my science classes if I didn’t have to spend so much time rereading the same passages over and over again.”
“Silas would complain about having to do that,” Jamar said.
A sad smile drew across her lips. “I just thought I didn’t like school,” she said. She sucked in a deep breath, then released it. “I guess I’m ready to accept that I have more in common with that little boy in the movie than I was willing to admit. If I can get a formal diagnosis, I think it will help with my decision to enroll in college.”
Jamar’s head jerked back. “College?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. “I want to go back to school and earn my degree. Wait, no. I don’t want to go back—I need to go back.” She sighed. “Okay, I want to. Did they still have PE when you were in school?”
She gave him whiplash with the way she jumped from one subject to another.
“What does that have to do with you possibly having a learning disorder or wanting to go to college?”
“Because it’s one of the reasons I want to go back,” she said. “Not too long ago, I almost had a job teaching physical education to kids in this homeschool consortium in Bee Cave. Now that I think about it, it was a blessing in disguise that I didn’t get that job, because if I had, we never would have met, but I still kinda wanted the job.”
“It fell through?”
“Yeah. Because I don’t have a degree.” She laughed. “I was sooo pissed at the parents who run the consortium, but they have every right to want someone who is certified to teach their kids.
“The thing is, after I started researching homeschooling and, well, just schools in general, I discovered that many school systems throughout the country have done away with their full-time PE programs because of budget cuts. Then I asked myself, what if Taylor’d Conditioning could fill that gap?”
Jamar frowned. “I’m not following. Would you go around to different school districts teaching phys ed?”