I love college access work. I love watching mindsets about postsecondary education evolve over time. I love that it’s my job to sit down one-on-one with students and listen to their stories, their thoughts, their concerns, their dreams. I love seeing students laugh and applaud when acceptances start rolling in. Really, I love all of it.
But once in a while, when there are no kids in the Center and the faint sounds of instruction echo through the halls, I think about the classroom — and miss it. Maybe that will never go away.