All I want is time to eat calmly, at least.

Do I want some whine to go with my cheese, maybe just a little.

This is what I wanted for so many years. I wanted to know my purpose. i wanted to be doing something.

Here I am. As I rub my eyes. I complain. It’s the third day and night I am working on this paper.

I’m searching the syllabus, looking at the questions. Am I even getting this right?

The word plagiarism echoes in the caverns of my mind. It has since they mentioned it in high school. It stressed me out even then. I flip through my APA manual, like a tourist lost in an obscure town.

I’m six weeks into graduate school and I’m pondering what I’m doing here. I quickly shake it off. I don’t have time for faux soul searching. Things need to get done.

I walk into class and I sense the ache of tired eyes everywhere, the mental strain, the up all night exhaustion, the worry. Yet, we muster hellos and how you doing? We encourage one another. Late through the night we’re laughing, we’re in thought, we’re planning, we’re doing. We’re in our element.

it is no longer just I. I am not alone in the frustration, the work, the stress. They are here. We’re in our element taking on the educational troubles of today.

Before I know it the day is done. I’m driving home. I’m full of excitement from all that I’ve learned. I can’t wait to apply it. I want to know more.

I wake up, happy, ready to do it all over again.

Soon time is wanting pieces of me again, but I don’t mind. I think I can do this, maybe some tonight.

I’m six weeks in and well like Kendrick I think, “we gon’ be alright”.