Control.
I stopped waiting to be chosen.
Silver Lake State
I arrived at Silver Lake with:
- Two suitcases
- Borrowed textbooks
- A bank account that made me sick to check
No family. No send-off. No photos.
Just me.
My days became routine:
- 4:30 a.m. – wake up
- 5:00 a.m. – café shift
- Classes all day
- Night – studying until exhaustion
Weekends: cleaning dorms for extra money.
Most days: four hours of sleep.
Sometimes less.
Thanksgiving came. Campus emptied.
I stayed.
I called home.
“Can I talk to Dad?”
A pause.
Then, faintly in the background:
