I was 12 when I watched Step Up 3 for the first time. To most people, it would seem like a waste of time on a lackluster movie. To me, it was the moment I saw myself in college. A character navigated his life as an engineering student with a passion for dance, and he was backed by NYU. He obtained a double major in two things that wouldn’t make sense together to anyone else. I knew the instant I saw him that that was what I wanted for myself. I write when I feel like the world around me does not suffice. A Trump nomination, and now President-elect, went hand in hand with a poem about loving the way my mouth twists around Spanish words that he could never and would never understand. A story about love emerged from my mind a week after the
