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A Letter to My Friends on Facebook

 Friends,

    It's been a while since we've spoken. The semester is at a close, with 2 weeks left and I've put in almost 2 years into my attempt to break what I thought would be a curse. I struggle with money, social cues, dating, being shy, (believe it or not), and asking for help. I'm proud of myself for maintaining friendships and creating new ones. I'm proud of my courage to sing karaoke without liquid courage. I'm proud of my grades. I am proud of myself in that I have made some friends in my program which has made school easier. This semester I ran for student government and I have an upcoming interview for The Student Advisory Board for the disability department at UNCC. I've come a long way in that I have constant anxiety that three strikes and I'm out. That's the negative side of my brain. In reality, it should be, Third times the charm.
    Having friends on campus and wanting to do big things in the campus community has helped me even see beyond my BA. I even have thoughts that I can accomplish a MA while teaching. I've already found that teaching exceptional children in middle school might be an option. I really enjoyed working with my CE at Albemarle Rd Middle School. I really loved getting to know the students and getting to teach a lesson on context clues.
    I just want you to know that I'm thankful for my cheer section out there. It means a lot to me when people check on me. The holidays are tough and time is sure taking its time to heal the void left by losing my Mom. I struggle that Mom isn't gonna be able to hug me after I graduate, fall in love with the woman that I fall in love with, or even hold my baby(hasn't happened, calm down). The baby fever is real over here... LOL. I am grateful that I have a cheer section that follows my moves and sends prayers and positive vibes for me.
-One Love
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