Little Freaking Lights

I spent much of the week staring at a little green lightbulb.

I flicked it.

I massaged it.

I yelled at it.

No matter what I did, it wouldn’t listen to me.

It was one of my first grad school assignments. I had to wire a board with lights, and then program a computer chip to turn the lights from green to red. Seemed simple enough, except I’d never done it before.

Luckily, I had LEGO-like instruction to follow — but I sucked at LEGOs.

Oh, and there was also one of these:


It’s not so complicated once you know what it means. But you guessed it: I don’t know exactly what it means.

So, as I stared at this little freaking light bulb, I wondered if I had made a huge mistake going back to school. I wondered if I should’ve stuck to words. I wondered if…

When we smile.

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