Since last semester, I've watched a blooming awakening in this woman, an awakening that I too experienced in school and have always associated with information enlightenment. She's not the hard, angry person who first plopped in a chair beside me and bared her teeth. She listens carefully now and sponges information with thirsty eagerness. She wants to learn, and she's recognized college as a place of discovery. She doesn't look like she just got out of bed anymore either. Her hair is nice; she smiles a lot now, and her loud and horrible laughter is a common sound in the tutoring center. She's happy. I see one or two people awaken every semester. Sometimes they're young, sometimes they're old, but all were limited by what they had once decided is true: "I can't." But they always can, and to bear witness and be a part of what they will come to regard as a pivotal time in their lives is more valuable than anything I'll ever deposit into my bank account.
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