I have been humbled enough to have the opportunity to take a dual enrollment class while in high school. Similar to any first experience, I was nervous. In fear of the unknown, I sat in the back of the class and watched students hustle to claim the remaining seats. From my perspective, I could see the uncomfortable shifting and the awkwardness clung to me like humidity. When it came time for the dreaded introductions, there was a quick moment of panic and annoyance. At the end of that first week, I left class liberating a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. Suddenly, I was no longer anxious. My classmates had taught me what true courage was in their reason for being at the community college. Despite the death of a husband, despite raising