There is nothing in the world I love more than coffee, I thought. The aroma that calls you from a million miles away. The bitterness it sends through your soul, filling you up; giving you the warmth that you so desperately crave. And the darkness… the blackness that reminds me all too much of my life. I didn’t know what I was doing there, but somehow it made sense. I skipped my first class …showed first 75 words of 727 total…

…showed last 75 words of 727 total…refreshed and I had more self-confidence. If failing one class was the payment to get my life back in order, I’d give a tip. I accepted the consequences and although I was mildly disappointed that it ruined my final report, I was happy because I was no longer traveling a tight rope being guided by others. I knew what I wanted to do and I took on challenges not for others, but for myself.