![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
I should have stepped into English. Even though I’d chosen it I wasn’t enjoying the class due to the lecturer, but I wasn’t going to stop in the middle of the year no matter how unhappy I was. The one thing I’d never been was a quitter and I was going to stick with it, no matter how much I hated the woman I was learning from or the book we were reading – yet it was a choice that was taken away from me that day, when I went from the hallway in college to another hallway that looked like it was in a block of flats. When I think back to what happened I can’t help wondering why the door chose me. What made it think that I was the right person for Taithmarin? Especially as it took me such a long time to get used to the world I found myself on, but that’s me getting ahead of myself.
( Read the rest of this entry » )Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.
