Four classes. I’m four classes away from graduating community college with my associate’s degree.

One late summer night, I was sprawled out on the living room floor like a bear rug at my grandparents’ farm in Minnesota, trying to cool off and wind down after a long, adventurous day.

At the time of me typing this on my phone, it is 8:27 AM on a Wednesday morning.

I’m roughly four classes away from graduating community college with my associate’s of science, which means I’m having to figure out what degree to commit to, and what university I ought to transfer to.

For weeks, my Xterra occasionally wreaked of something sweet yet foul.