Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.
This was me on my first day at Oregon State University in 2010. I had enough credits to be a senior thanks to may years finding myself in community colleges, but I was pretty much starting as a third term sophomore. Oregon State happened because my amazingly supportive and driven partner decided that working minimum wage in Oregon wasn’t for us. We were going to hunt for the scholarships and the grants and work campus jobs and finish our degrees, dang it! (I know we were blessed to have this option that not everyone can feel secure in taking)
The coming year was full of learning experiences both in the classroom and out, but on that day, the world was at my feet, I was in the old familiar orange black (also my high school colors) and it was actually a nice day in Oregon (those a rare). Three academic years later I graduated with a degree in math, emphasizing secondary education, a job offer, and a network of amazing professionals, academics, and friends. All of it, though, goes back to that first morning.