Author Summer Greer
“You’ve got a college degree? What are you doing here?” The question’s sharp edge cuts clear. But I smile and shrug, no shame in my tone, For life’s not a script, and I’ve written my own. I’ve learned more from… Continue Reading →
I’m just trying to figure out how to function in this chaos. The hallways are not a place for the weak. The people shuffle and bump without a care, barely enough space for air. Lunch, it’s everyone in, everyone out… Continue Reading →
I thought I could make it. I really thought I could make it. The early rise is the hardest step, each day departing slightly later than the last. I shuffle out the wooden doorway, unprepared for what my day will… Continue Reading →