Musings of a First Year MEd Student

One of our induction talks was to assure us all. We are not imposters but rather individuals who have earned their place.  As I sat listening, I smiled (she read my mind).  Although I knew fully well that I had earned my place,  I felt like an imposter.  I looked around the room and noticed there were only 4 other black students. This led to writing this poem.

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