Keep on Keepin' on.

During the second meeting of my Human Services class (one of my major courses), it struck me that I was on the right track in order to obtain a Katie-approved career. I felt more sure than I have ever felt before. And that was just the cherry on top of my already wonderful day. Ya know, one of those days where EVERYONE smiles at you?

"This is the major for me and I'm going to change things," ran through my head all day long. That, and "Make it Mine" by Jason Mraz.

Now, I am constantly reminded of the fact that my stunna shades and/or my driving glasses are tinted more rosy than most, and because of that, the world will not bring me down. The thing is, where I thought I'd run into more super glass-half-full folks, I didn't. The third meeting of my Human Services class was not as inspiring as the others, to say the least.

We began by talking about hope. To hope. My favorite infinitive. Hope. My favorite noun (besides "love" of course).

Then my professor asked a series of questions, "Can you change or help a murderer? Can you change a drug addict? Can you change a pedophile?"

To which I loudly responded, "Yes." Immediately I looked around at all the "No's". That was the rest of the class.

WHAT!? HELLO!? HUMAN SERVICES, THAT FIELD YOU'RE GOING TO ONE DAY BE WORKING IN? THE FIELD WHERE OUR VERY JOB IS TO HELP!

If you don't believe in change, how can you progress? If you can't see the better in a person, how can you help them? What's the point?

I didn't let this keep me down for too long. In fact, I realized that this hope I have is so valuable, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.