- Feelin: middle fingers sliding down my chest
- Mood Music: Uptown Anthem - Naughty by Nature
- To Do: Finish this report
- Thinking about: What it would be like to be
This quarter I'm taking a writing course called Creative Nonfiction. It's taught by the toughest black, and arguably the toughest writing, professor at my University. Our final project is a memoir. My classmates and I have been struggling to get our histories down on paper. I finally came to terms with my topic. It's about SAMS and the experience I had at Carnegie Mellon the summer before my senior year.
The program set my sights so high about what I wanted from college. Much has changed in the five years since (Sare, if you still read this, can you believe it's been five years?!) and it makes me a little disappointed to walk the stage for graduation in a few weeks without the things I wanted most.
to be black, without being uppity -> I have my whole life to do this
to be a sigma
to be a boyfriend -> could've been, had many chances
to be challenged
to be successful
to be rewarded with a great job -> my fault, no trying hard enough
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