I had decided to take a creative writing class at the local community college.
I shuffled in nervous, looking around the room, assessing everyones age and realizing I was the only person in my mid-twenties.
I took a seat next to some unenthusiastic student. Taking this class to fill credit hours.
I wondered how he could look so bored already?
I was excited to be here.
Reading and someone giving me the opportunity to write? that sounded like a vacation.
Our first assignment was to write a poem about something that was important to us.
I remember I wrote about my future. The ever changing pathways.
I didn’t think anyone would read it besides the teacher and myself.
Little did I know I was wrong.
On the second day of class our poems were projected onto a screen for everyone to see.
Once the first poem went up — my…
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