THE ONLY WRONG QUESTIONS ARE NONE AT ALL BY SAMMY HARRIS

Friday, March 13th, 2020: Gregory Crawford’s infamous email flooded our inboxes informing us of the decision to complete the remainder of the semester through remote instruction. 

Friday the 13th also embarked the murder of my creative confidence by a criminal with the name Voice (of) Judgement. When I tried to speak in class I had no voice; when I intended to go to office hours I didn’t know how to; when I had FIN 301 class my zoom application crashed. I was unlearning my creativity and my gap was widening exponentially. I felt lost, hopeless, and defeated. 2020 quickly went from being the year of exploring Shanghai and Barcelona to the year that I was 20 years old and receiving “where are you? Hello???” texts from my father at 7 PM on a Saturday night; I was just on my thirtieth walk of the day. 

I was hitting my rockiest of rock bottoms, feeling things I could not even define to others until I had a jolt, and finally decided to wake up, get up, and create the light at the end of the tunnel myself. I see every day as an opportunity to grow and evolve who I am at the core, by striving to close my gap and set the A for our generation. 

I still question where I belong in this world if anywhere at all, but in these dark moments I remind myself that the only wrong questions are none at all, thus I create the light again every time.