What this sage did not tell us is how to propel our reluctant legs into that first step.
I remember standing in the Resource Center (our fancy term for the library) in high school. I was sitting on the sofa I’d sat on a million times during several years’ worth of Student Council meetings and research paper consultations with my teachers.
I looked down on the computer terminals (and yes, back then they were terminals) where I had struggled to learn basic programming to create a game I knew no one would ever play.
I saw the rows of books I had dug through to write pages on Ibsen, Shakespeare, Beowulf.
I smelled the familiar smell of grape gum and dusty pages.
I drank it all in and, after many years of wishing I could break…
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