How much you are worth to me, can not be measured in grades.
Never forget who you are, the soil that helps you flourish and the skies that make you fly high.
I hear you. And I love seeing you.
Saying goodbye is like the tide. Memories will come and go.
Slowly they grow. The trees as they aim for the sky. But first they take time to root. First the roots.
Just ask to carry together
Between having and wanting there is a world of different feelings.
You are not alone. Get inspired by other students' stories about vulnerability and doubt. But above all about the power of connectedness.