By CATALINA FERNANDEZ
Staff Writer
She stands. She waits. She stands.
She has been standing there for a while now. Except, she is not hopeless, helpless, or careless. Her hands, clasped together, are a symbol of her patient poise. Her feet, turned out, are a distraction, a break from her otherwise well-structured routine. Her head down, her eyes closed, as she contemplates her aspirations. She thinks to herself, “I know who I am.” She knows. It is all that matters.
She stands. She progresses. She achieves.