Five
Emma
I marched into the coffee shop with a purpose.
Yes, I knew spending money on fancy coffee when I had a perfectly good pot at home was an expense I didn’t need to make. But, I figured every once in a while I deserved a treat, especially after the day I’d had.
Some days my workload was evenly distributed, and I felt like I had everything handled. Others, like today, I wondered if I was a glutton for punishment.
I’d had another split shift in the garage, sandwiched by classes and a shift at the food bank.
I was going for my undergrad in Social Work and hoped to one day continue on for my Master’s, so I spent a lot of my free time volunteering, working in the community, and doing whatever I could to prepare myself for graduation.
Next semester I’d begin my field education and
