This was my bunk at Western Washington University in Bellingham, WA. I didn’t graduate from WWU because I hated it. I didn’t make many friends, I hated all of my classes and I almost slid off of a cliff during a leisurely jog.
Back then I thought I was going to fail at college. I flunked most of my classes and came home with my head hung in shame. Because I had graduated high school with honors, captain of the speech team and member of several campus groups. However when I decided to go outside of my comfort zone and out of New Mexico I failed.
When I got back home I moved into a apartment as I took classes and worked at Burger King. I thought that if this was my future I might as well suck it up and get certified as a ultrasound technician instead of pursuing a dream in journalism. Then with the support of my friends and amazing professors at UNM, I switched to psychology and found my zen.
I finished college with a dream of traveling and writing. If I could tell my 18-year-old self anything I would have said, it’s okay to fail because at least you tried and you just have to try again.