motivators

sometimes, I'll be going through my day, and it hits me-

reality.

I'm a college student.

a step toward true adulthood-

and I'm making it.

I remember at six or seven, writing to my cousins going to college at the magical BYU.

...they were superheroes...

as I sit in an apartment just upstairs from the one that they sat in 13 years ago, reading a letter from their little cousin-

I wouldn't necessarily call myself a superhero.

but I know, my six year old self is incredibly proud.

now, fast forward ten years- age 16:

I should have been thinking about college a little more seriously, but I wasn't.

I had a boyfriend. I had a flawless GPA. I had my best friends. I had loads of extracurricular's. I had a flourishing social life.

And I had some fabulous teachers.

All of which, I see pretty much every time I go home.

except one.

and she's the one that I wish I could see.

She is one of the best teachers I have ever had.

ever.

She taught me to love learning. She taught me how to write.

She taught me to push myself, to take my creativity and make it a masterpiece.

She taught me that I could do anything. She constantly validated my work.

But she also constantly pushed me to improve.

I fell in love with learning because of her.

She is also the one that lead me to insects.

And that has turned into a love affair that is going to support me for the rest of my college career.

And I wonder if she even knows.