Year one, day one;
This class is not how I expected it
Where are all the cute guys and alcohol.
That's what I saw on TV.
Why am I scared, nervous
I wasn't like this in
I hold back on
I hide in my dorm
I don't know anybody
no body wants to know about me
I say to myself.
This intimidation keeps me to myself for
one, two, three, four...
and a handful of degree changes later
I'm powerful and unafraid
attractive hipster graphic design teacher
I'd like to be like you.
so I can reach out to students that were like me
one, two, three, four, five years ago
and teach them the beauty about themselves
and of education
and that if they open themself to the world they will find their strengths
and will do whatever it takes to pursue their passion.
Spring 2014 I'm going to walk with my classmates
and accept that diploma.
I can taste it.