“Therapy couldn’t break me. I never learned a word that would insure safety, so I spoke softly and tip-toed often. The door to my room was like a big old coffin, the way that it creaked when I closed it shut. Anxieties peaked when it opened up. As if everything I was thinking would be exposed, I still sleep fully clothed.” This is a verse by Sage Francis from his song The Best of Times.
It was the first day of my next great undertaking, college. To many, the first day is full of personal anxieties. The butterflies seem to be tying the knots in your stomach and twisting your tongue with every other sentence that you try to speak to your new colleagues. Regardless of first day jitters, for most people, going into a class, making a presence, and