University of Georgia

Adjacent to the door of my room, hanging roughly seven inches from the floor, rests a mirror. It looms over me, rising six and a half feet. To all, it holds a mere reflection, to me a world of possibilities. I see two cases, ten double-lined shelves within, stacks scattered across the floor, and dozens of little mementos and trinkets create an air of pure comfort. Cracked spines rest hidden in the back of the bookcase, with painted edges highlighted in the front. A seven-book series, well-loved and read four times over, weighs down the wood, and dozens of worn-out children’s stories are…