A couple of nights ago, I was clearing my dishes in the dining hall when I realized that I had finished all of my work for the day. Feeling satisfied, I walked up to my dorm room and thought about how I would seize this opportunity.
I grew up the son of a single mother who put herself through college while raising two kids. I vividly remember days as a kid when my mother would take me with her to college. She expected my sister and I to go to college when the time came.
When I was a little girl, I had a very clear picture of how my romantic life would turn out. Here’s what would happen: When I was about 18 or 19, I would meet the love of my life. He would come home, meet my parents, impress them and, after a few years of dating, we would get married.