I remember dreaming of the day when I moved out of the house, moving far away to a university where no one knew my name. I wanted something bigger. I wanted something to push me out of my comfort zone. I wanted to make everyone proud.

But that all changed once I found myself walking into a small, one-building community college. It was lit by yellow, dim lights, brown carpet from the seventies (I assume), and aged chalkboards. I remember parking the car and taking a deep breath. That building would be where I would spend the next few years, whether it was my dream or nightmare. I had to climb the bridge and get over it.