Finding my Passion

Sitting in a classroom

Not knowing what I am going to do

-or where I am going to go.

I am a senior.

I should know what I want to do with my life.

I must, before it’s too late.

Should I apply to grad school?

What is the harm?

Okay, I did it.

Sitting in a classroom

Not knowing if I will make it.

Will I get accepted?

If I don’t, I don’t know what to do.

You can do so much with Criminology.

But what?

Nothing is really for me.

I really want to teach,

To profess.

I cannot do that if I don’t get accepted.

So I am still stuck.

Not knowing what to do.

I did it!

I got accepted!

Sitting in a classroom

Feeling like I can accomplish something big.

Now there’s hope.

I am one step closer.

Now I KNOW what I want to do.

Teaching is a real possibility now.

I found my way.

I found my passion.

This poem is about: 
Me

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