serious for the first time

Dear Reader(s),
I know that readers of this blog are few and far between. In fact, I know that readerS might very well be only readeR, with that reader being Alexa, my little sister.
However, fantasy is my forte, and so...
Dear Reader(s),
At 5pm today, I walked back into my dingy, Moody Towers dorm room. All Teach For America Corp Members had been up and about since 6am, at the latest. I came in and took out a box of Triscuits. My roommate came in and touched her laundry. It was still wet. She started to cry.
I casually ate my cracker and asked, "What's wrong?"
You may be asking yourself why I was so cold.
My answer?
The thing about TFA institute is that you already know why he/she is crying. You're almost there yourself.

Katie Muto, my roommate, wants to know if "it's in her" to do the work we have to do--to teach students in low-income communitites, to close the educational achievement gap.
"Of course it's in you, Katie."
"No, IS it REALLY? I can't just sail through this."
No, she can't. She has to do well, because teaching matters too much to do otherwise. We talked through the tears; she left for a drive. And now, I'm left thinking of the nature of this oft heard phrase, "Is it in me?"
It's as if we all believe that there is a cap on our individual potential(s) or that we believe we have been pretending all this time and someone will inevitably find us out, that we are about to be found out. That we are not enough.
I think that's the real question. Are we enough?
"Is it in me?" can be a complicated question. But the root question, "Am I enough?" is simple. And the answer should always be Yes.