It's 4:09 am, and I am in a chilly room on the 3rd floor of the Sackett Building. I'm hungry, frustrated, chilly, tired and tired. And tired.
I'm working on an assignment that doesn't make any sense to me.
I graduate in less than two months. I'm almost there.
There is relative though because really "there" seems to be a little more scary than "here". I don't have a job, what I do have is a billion dollars in student loan debt. I'm going to change the world I know it. I know it because I refuse to do anything else. I want to teach, more than that I want to educate. I want to change kids' lives and through them the lives of their family and neighborhood.
I'm going to be awesome. I know it, I swear I can do it.
I just had to remind myself.