Begging for Tuition

“I said, ‘That’s a good idea,’ ” Curley recalls. “My daughter goes, ‘I was kidding!’ And I said, ‘I’m not. I’m headed out.’ ” She inked up a sign: “Single parent. Talented son. Tuition help needed. Just a few bucks till we got it!” She rode the bus to an off-ramp where she had always seen panhandlers and, figuring it must be a lucrative spot, planted herself on the corner. “I was shaking. I was scared,” she says. “I had to remember my kid’s face and all the hours of hard work that he put into his classes, the sore backs, the ice on his feet, the Ibuprofen. And I thought, this is a very small thing that I can do for him.” She cleaned up the beer bottles and trash underfoot and “held my head up high.” But pride wasn’t the only hurdle. One of the corner’s regular beggars, a fellow named Toad, ordered her to leave. “He said, ‘You’re not getting on today. I’m on until 5:30 and then Annie’s on till 8:30,’ “Curley says. “I told him I have a right to be out here just like you do. So I stood on one side and he stood on the other.” Sometimes she got rained on. Sometimes she got yelled at. “People said I was pathetic, that I was setting a bad example for my son, that he was lazy and how could he let his mother go out there and do that for him?” DJ didn’t actually approve. “It just seemed a little crazy to me,” says the teen, who contributed to the savings by weeding for neighbors and teaching cheerleading and dance lessons to local kids. “I don’t want her standing out there. She shouldn’t have to do that. She’s had a knee replacement!” There were entire days when she made only \$8. And there were hours when she made \$45. In 10 days, she racked up \$300, enough to rent a car and buy gas to drive her son to Idyllwild. I spoke with her on the phone the night they left, and she cried. “I’ve had blinders on. I’ve had a mission and a goal,” she says. Once it became clear he could go, it sunk in: “My baby’s gonna be gone.” When she returns, alone, she plans to keep looking for work while applying for scholarships, grants, and loans to make up the remaining tuition. (She also set up a website, DJsTuition.com for PayPal donations.) But she’s done begging beside Toad. A lot of parents would make different choices in her situation. A lot of us wouldn’t reach for our wallets if we passed her in our cars. I might not. But I admire her resolve. I understand it. As a parent, I’ve felt it. And I don’t judge her. Because the truth is I’d still rather fight Shelle Curley for space on a profitable street corner than homeschool a preteen any day.]]>