I came in with my spirits to the floor, believing that I was not meant to go to school, and it took a serious toll on me academically and mentally. It felt as if I was digressing rather than progressing. I began to worry what will people think of me and how was I supposed to move forth positively. The problem with those worrisome thoughts were that they were only giving me a careless attitude; furthermore my love and thirst for knowledge was speedily shunned away. I came close to dropping out entirely, until I had an epiphany mid Sociology 101 class. I remember my professor was lecturing on privilege and the constant battle between the have’s and have not’s. I questioned myself as I was writing my notes, “How am I supposed to allow myself to fail, my mom says I am a luchadora, why can’t I see myself as one?” Minutes after class I hear a soft email notification of my phone from a past mentor with an attachment of Theodore Roosevelt’s The Man in the Arena quote. Disbelief is what I felt. Was this a sign? Maybe. I came into realization that I am not a “bad student,” but I was a student whom was in need of guidance, needed that push to further