The line to use the pay phone wrapped around the dormitory lobby. I stood and waited, tears welled up in my eyes, in desperate need to call home. I had an eternal desire to succeed; to be recognized, and be identified. I needed to hear my dad’s voice; to tell me it would be okay. “Just do the best you can do, Erin. That’s all you can do.” I was sick; my jaw trembled, my stomach churned with overwhelming nerves, and uncontrollable tears streamed down my face. What I heard from that simple line of encouragement was completely different than his actual words. I heard,Read More →