How Do I Love Thee?

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach..." I listened in content as my Literature professor recited one of my all time favorite poems. I remember at the beginning of the year - what seemed like centuries ago, but was actually only a few weeks ago - I thought I would hate this class. It was a mandatory course for all freshmen. I was a fashion major, literature was not part of my plan. But soon I learned to love it.

College wasn't all I expected it to be. I guess I expected it to be all partying and such, but all it has been so far is losing high school friends and essays.

"Miss Burkoff?" I snapped back to reality as Professor Harmen called me back to attention. "Is my class not interesting enough for you?"

"No I mean yes. I mean... I'm sorry." I looked down at my desk. This was not the best way to start off my first year of college. He continued his lesson on famous literary poems.

I was the first one out the door when he dismissed us. I was glad that was my last class of the day. Unfortunately I lived on the other side of the campus. I walked slowly, in a daze of sorts. I had never been normal by societies terms. I was always looking for something else in the world, something more.

My name is Alexandra Ismene Burkoff. This is my story of how I found something that I have spent my entire life looking for. And just because I am telling you this does not mean I am alive at the end...