Lane DeGregory: He got the letter in July, at his mom's house in Seminole. She never would have believed it.
Not after everything that had happened.
Dakota Rockwell, 20, had applied to the University of South Florida as a long shot, hoping — but never dreaming — he would be accepted.
Then the admissions office emailed. He could start in August, in the business school.
All summer, he sweated cleaning pools, painting condos, hacking vines off fences. He hauled boats at the marina, moved furniture at an auction house, caught ladyfish to sell at the flea market: $1 per pound. Working seven days a week, he saved $700.
He would need more than that just to buy books.
A $5,000 Pell Grant would cover about…
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