Soaring

Chapter 1

I woke up in the morning, stretching tired out of every brain cell I still had left. Today I'm on my way to go put in an application at Tenessee University. I push my blonde hair up and out of my face, the roots untouched. They're currently brown needing to be touched up.

My hair's long coming down to the bottom of my breasts. I adore having my hair, truly. Unfortunately though, part of it is the fact that it keeps falling in my face all the time. Consistently.

So I decided to throw it up in a messy bun for now. Like I had done millions of times. Even earned myself a lot of views on TikTok, doing a tutorial on the app for the style.

First things first I decided to clean up my home from the day before. Children's toys everywhere from my niece. As well as ice cream spoons and ice cream tubs near the couch. As well as my bed. From my nightly breakdown.

I am beyond excited for the day ahead. While flashing back to my childhood and teen years during my clean-up. I decided to jump to get my morning shower. As well as getting dressed for the day. I decided not to do any makeup.

Just simply put on my most studious glasses, and put my hair back into my famous tiktok bun. Which consists of nothing but flipping my hair over, pulling it into a high pony, twisting my hair band once, then finally manipulating all my hair into a bun on top of my head on the second pass of the band.

The school was less than 15 minutes from my house. I always see it when I drive through town. Hoping and wishing to someday be a student there. They have an entire shop for student merchandise and I am beyond excited to become a student. Wear my student merchandise with pride.

My dream ever since I was a child was to be a university student. To pave my path. To do something in life that was bigger than myself. To make a difference in the life of students.

So I chose my teaching course to be for high school literature. Literature can make more of a difference than most realize. In high school, I felt my classes were useless. That was my high school senior essay.

The essay was based on the question, "What does education mean to you?" paired with a quote from Opera Winfrey.

"Education is the way to move mountains, to build bridges, to change the world." — Oprah Winfrey.

At the time, I did not believe in education. At the time I believed that even a high school diploma was well, useless. Since I had been told by multiple friends and family that college had done nothing for people they had known. As well as most of my family being high school dropouts. Still finding jobs that could pay their bills.

After dressing myself in a plaid yellow skirt, a yellow shirt, and a yellow blazer paired with yellow doc martins, I go to my kitchen where my car keys are kept. My appointment for school was at 10:15 AM and it is now 9:30 AM.

I prefer to show up early for important interviews or appointments. I always show up to work even half an hour early. Walking around the break room of the salon where I work until five-ten minutes before my shift starts. Sometimes even staying late if it was allowed. Trying hard to show my worth.

Of course, because of this most people around me tell me that I'm a pushover. I choose to give everything I'm involved in my everything. Even if it's a minor project.

I never understood why I did things like this. Giving my all to even the simple things. At least, not until recently. I was explained to by my counselor who I visit frequently with, that it is my Attention Deficit Hyper ActivityDisorder speaking when I hyper-fixate on things. Rather that is things such as work, education, projects, or family-related things such as get-togethers.