As I was wrapping up my very first, first-year experience course today, my eyes started to well up with tears. Often, I’ve thought about how I am Martin Luther King’s dream come true. For the past eight weeks, I’ve stood in front of 31 young men from Saudi Arabia who are attaining their education at Robert Morris University. What an honor it is to be one of the first people to stand in front of them and help each one to understand what it will take to be successful during this academic journey. That was his dream—that it’s about someone’s character and not the color of his or her skin.
This opportunity would not be afforded to me had it not been for the sacrifices people like MLK, Rosa Parks and so many others made while they were here on this earth. I understand that what I’m doing is SO much bigger than me.
I love my job. The opportunities and experiences I’ve had in just five short months are so vast, I can only imagine what I’ll be able to say in five years. This profession has its good days and bad days, but each one provides and teaches me something new.