Getting to know me

About two months ago, I sat down with my advisor in her office and composed a schedule for my second semestor of college. One of my requirements to fulfill my dream of  becoming a teacher was to take an english class, and the only one that fit into my schedule between my Teacher Orientation class and Chemistry II was British Literature. When I started to order my books for the class, I became very nervous. How was I going to find time between basketball, work and all of my other classes to read all of these thick books? When the first day arrived, I felt like I was doomed. Poetry-which has never been an interest or strength of mine to understand-was the first thing we looked at. Not only were we analyzing a poem, but the poem was about coffee, and I don't drink coffee. I didn't understand how people were making this bizarre connection between coffee and our souls, but they were. That's when I realized that critical thinking was something that I'd need to work on, and it's something that I've always wanted to become better at. So in the end, if all this class teaches me is how I can connect coffee to my afterlife, maybe I'll be okay.