Jenna Darrow was a lithe woman even though she barely reached 5’ 5”. She tried to make up for her slenderness by wearing cowboy boots or heels. Of course, it didn’t help and just made her appearance gaunter. Her manner of dress was usually casual, jeans or slacks and a top, although there were those days when she would show up in a skirt and blouse with a blazer. She wore her mahogany-colored hair short in what was known as a pixie. For her, simple was always better.
She began her internship as a social worker a few weeks ago in the Campbell County seat of Jacksboro, Tennessee. From what she’s been able to gather, the town seems to be divided between the haves and the have-nots. In other words, there were few people in the town who were middle class. What she found appalling was the haves seem to have power over the have-nots. She came from a household classified as a have not, but there’s no way in hell that anyone in Laramie, Wyoming had power over her or her mother. To witness people being treated as though they were second-class citizens got Jenna’s anger boiling.
The internship could be proven to be a difficult period in her life because of her temper and her zealness for fairness in all things. The rural areas of Tennessee would, of course, be different from the open ranges of the west, even when it came to beliefs and culture. She knew she had to get a handle on her emotions for this if she was going to succeed.
Her dream was to continue social work as a career in the surroundings of where she grew up, western Wyoming.
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“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
― H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You