I wake up. The sun is peeking at me from behind the blinds of my windows, filtering in soft rays of light to woo me from my sleep. As my eyes flutter open I am tired, but still I smile because I know that today is another work day. Who else but I can do such a thing? Smile as I shower, dress and drink my coffee as I prepare for another long day at school. This time, though, I am not the student—I am the teacher. Not just any teacher, but a mistress of the written word; sensei of syntax; guru of literature! I am an English Professor. I go to work every day and show my students that words aren’t just a jumble of alphabetical letters strewn together, but a key. I show them that with this key they can fight with dragons, save the princess, and be the hero. They can travel 20,000 leagues under the sea or journey straight to the center of the Earth with the turn of the page. I do not presume to think I change the fate of the Earth, but if I change the worlds of those I teach…Well, then that is enough for any teacher. For with a book, reader’s know not one world, but many. To be able to earn a living in such a way is more than I could ever ask for.