On a warm August morning, the four of us – Baba, Ma, Ton, and I walked into the counselor’s office.   Mr. Funk stood tall at nearly six feet with silver-white hair, slight wrinkles on his forehead, and a warm welcoming smile.  Baba explained to him how it was imperative that I get admitted into 9th grade so that I could finish high-school by the time we were to return back to India.  I had completed my 7th in the spring of that year, and most of the summer afternoons were spent with my teacher Jayati di completing my Maths…