(ahhhhhh) I am so hyped!! Tomorrow is my last day of classes as an undergraduate!! Isn't that crazy?! I can't believe I made it.
I
MADE
IT
The girl that fit the failure statistic: Single mother, from the hood...
Let me state that again...
I
MADE
IT
What an accomplishment... If I could do a back flip without killing myself, I definitely would be doing one right now. 9 semesters of communication classes, repeating stats (I hate that fkin class, and anyone who got an A), thinking fashion merchandising would be a breeze (ha, ha, not), taking journalism and hating it for being so hard (go figure now I want to be a writer)!!
OVERWHELMED!! (<--- just an emotion at the moment, mixed with happy, ecstatic, outrageously hopeful) I have stories up the wazu! to share... my goodness, becoming a SIA changed my college experience completly.. if it weren't for all the road tripping I did, all I would know would be MARIST... and THANK YOU SWEET LORD BABY JESUS that I got to know everything else... Yo check it... Freshman year it was always me, my best friend Daze and my homegirl Jess... 4 years ago Marist didn't have that many Latina girls. So us 3, came through looking like the hottest thing off of the 7 train from queens. We had dudes calling dibs on us the first week of classes... ahh! FANTASTIC. We all get bagged by football players... dig it. Except mine turned into a night at the end of the semester where I drank cheap liquor and had sushi for dinner... and lets just say foaming at the mouth was never attractive. But yea, I managed to scream to my boy El Atrevido "WHY COUDN'T I HAVE MET YOU BEFORE HIM... SHT I CAN COOK BEANS WITHOUT WATER IF YOU WOULD TELL ME TO" Now, back then, I didn't know how to cook... not beans atleast. And I can tell you from cooking now, that you DEF NEED WATER. Sophomore year I was a ghost, I was always in the library and then I pledged... more library... haha... but my grades were on point. And I got to experience sisterhood at its finest... I became the DASHING DEUCE OF WAY TOO SICK SPRING 06. and then life became one huge party, where I was VIP. I remember the time I decided to stroll for my housemates (everyone had too much to drink, and it was like a show... there was clapping and hurray hurray )... there was that one time Tim told us not to lay on his bed (again drinking) and we said ok! he came back 2 secs later and where was daze and fan?! ON HIS BED CRYING : NO, YOU'RE THE BEST BEST FRIEND A GIRL COULD HAVE... LLORONAS. I managed to have idk how many love interest (toot toot the horn), go abroad to Italy (mi bella Roma), have my first and I hope last disastrous serious relationship filled with many many many crazy stories of its own (look for it in my book), perform in front of hundreds of people, pledge a successful line, have 3 internships, read poetry @ the nuyorican, have 3 littles, win a trip to the VMA's, write the begining of my screenplay... my jesus, the list goes on...too many jokes, too many friends, and yet I'll keep going...I could go on for days... but I wont. If the walls of my dorm could talk, it would be crazy... Many journal filled pages with tears, laughter, happiness, sadness... amazing moments I'll never forget. Marist was just a stop on my journey... and now I'll move forward to my destination.
I
MADE
IT
The girl that fit the failure statistic: Single mother, from the hood...
Let me state that again...
I
MADE
IT
What an accomplishment... If I could do a back flip without killing myself, I definitely would be doing one right now. 9 semesters of communication classes, repeating stats (I hate that fkin class, and anyone who got an A), thinking fashion merchandising would be a breeze (ha, ha, not), taking journalism and hating it for being so hard (go figure now I want to be a writer)!!
OVERWHELMED!! (<--- just an emotion at the moment, mixed with happy, ecstatic, outrageously hopeful) I have stories up the wazu! to share... my goodness, becoming a SIA changed my college experience completly.. if it weren't for all the road tripping I did, all I would know would be MARIST... and THANK YOU SWEET LORD BABY JESUS that I got to know everything else... Yo check it... Freshman year it was always me, my best friend Daze and my homegirl Jess... 4 years ago Marist didn't have that many Latina girls. So us 3, came through looking like the hottest thing off of the 7 train from queens. We had dudes calling dibs on us the first week of classes... ahh! FANTASTIC. We all get bagged by football players... dig it. Except mine turned into a night at the end of the semester where I drank cheap liquor and had sushi for dinner... and lets just say foaming at the mouth was never attractive. But yea, I managed to scream to my boy El Atrevido "WHY COUDN'T I HAVE MET YOU BEFORE HIM... SHT I CAN COOK BEANS WITHOUT WATER IF YOU WOULD TELL ME TO" Now, back then, I didn't know how to cook... not beans atleast. And I can tell you from cooking now, that you DEF NEED WATER. Sophomore year I was a ghost, I was always in the library and then I pledged... more library... haha... but my grades were on point. And I got to experience sisterhood at its finest... I became the DASHING DEUCE OF WAY TOO SICK SPRING 06. and then life became one huge party, where I was VIP. I remember the time I decided to stroll for my housemates (everyone had too much to drink, and it was like a show... there was clapping and hurray hurray )... there was that one time Tim told us not to lay on his bed (again drinking) and we said ok! he came back 2 secs later and where was daze and fan?! ON HIS BED CRYING : NO, YOU'RE THE BEST BEST FRIEND A GIRL COULD HAVE... LLORONAS. I managed to have idk how many love interest (toot toot the horn), go abroad to Italy (mi bella Roma), have my first and I hope last disastrous serious relationship filled with many many many crazy stories of its own (look for it in my book), perform in front of hundreds of people, pledge a successful line, have 3 internships, read poetry @ the nuyorican, have 3 littles, win a trip to the VMA's, write the begining of my screenplay... my jesus, the list goes on...too many jokes, too many friends, and yet I'll keep going...I could go on for days... but I wont. If the walls of my dorm could talk, it would be crazy... Many journal filled pages with tears, laughter, happiness, sadness... amazing moments I'll never forget. Marist was just a stop on my journey... and now I'll move forward to my destination.
Freshman year...
Sophomore...Junior...Senior.. 1/2... friends... sisters... life!
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