i walked up into your life on the first day of school with the swagger unbecoming. my confidence, i think was due to what i had thought was years and years of experience… which i suppose on paper is true. but by the end of the week i’m not sure what turned that confidence into fizzle.
you are all so amazing. i can sit here telling you all day long the same thing, but if you don’t believe me, that is my fault. what do you know about me anyway? would i trust me if i walked into a classroom? there are moments of brilliance from you that make me wonder why people say such horrible things about your ability to produce. it has nothing to do with ability, it has to do with motivation.
i’m not sure how i can be more affective with you. But i want to figure it out. sometimes i may not seem like i do but i don’t want to give up on you. i want to be one of those people you look back on and think, she believed in me. and when i’m old and rich and you are running your own nonprofit to change the world, i will be more than glad to support you.
V
