By this time, I had realized something important: I knew absolutely nothing about flutes.
I'm standing on the brink of my third year of graduate school and I've realized something very important: There is a body of research out there that would make me want to get up in the morning, thrilled to be alive.
But I've realized something.
It's Friday, and I've realized something.
Through their leadership, I've realized something: when I fly back to Connecticut this fall to stay (shout-out to Wesleyan University '18!), I won't look to college for a money-making diploma.
I've realized something over the course of the past few months and it's something I feel the need to confess -- I have no idea what it feels like to be black and it would seem that if you're not black, you never will.
Perhaps I should have realized something was up sooner like at ten months when he lined 34 pancake bites across his highchair tray equidistant apart from each other in a straight line.
Something I have realized in the weeks that I have been working on my practicum here is just how under-appreciated Puerto Rico really is.
I had a light supper, but by the next morning I had realized that something was definitely happening.
