#1: Transitions

On August 4, 2009, I loaded up my car and with my ex riding shotgun, made the twenty-seven-hour drive from Spokane, Washington to West Lafayette, Indiana to start graduate school. It was a transition of grand proportions, I’d gone from working in corporate Americato teaching high school English to working in the multicultural affairs office at a community college. Now, I was finally going “home.” I’d always known that I wanted to be a professor; in Ms. Jackson’s ninth grade English class I’d...