hcla class of 2018.

I’ve done pieces of life a little backwards. It started around 8 years old when I decided to sign up for dance class. Did I enroll in the class that would build my foundation as a dancer for years to come? No, I hated ballet. I started with jazz *insert jazz hands motion here* before continuing with hip-hop, tap, modern, and ballet—in that order. This backwards decision-making followed me into college, graduate school specifically. My graduate program included two required classes: communication theories and qualitative research methods. I took both classes in my last semester. Whoops! Did I mention I also became a mother at 17 years old? Luckily, these decisions worked out for me, but they each strayed from my original, forward-thinking plans. Now here’s the real question: how could a backward decision-maker ever call herself a leader? Continue reading