This is how I decided to go to college.
Monday, June 8, 2009
The Journey - The Early Days
My first mentor, she was white. A young women, recent college grad who volunteered to mentor a kid. One day, kids in my middle school school were called to the cafeteria. I was one of the last kids to be picked by a mentor but I was happy and she was nice. She picked me up from my grandmothers house - that's where I lived at the time. We went to restaurants in areas that I hadn't been to before. She taught me how to calculate the tip and let me shift her stick shift. It was easy, I just needed to shift in order 1, 2, 3, 4, when the light came on. She had a brand new car and I was fascinated. She worked at a large insurance firm and lived in the burbs. I lived in the city. We talked a lot about college. I had never met anyone who went to college before, so I was interested to say the least. I was in 7th grade at the time and no one had really talked to me about college before. But she had a nice car, enough money to take me out and what seemed like a good job so I figured that I better go.
Footprints
When I think about a "journey" ultimately I envision a destination. I can picture footprints which represent a path taken. Feet sinking into the cool sand only to be lifted again resembles struggle. Most of us are searching for something or headed somewhere. We picture ourselves doing certain things and living in a certain way.
If you are anything like me you are fascinated with what could be, with the endless possibilities. I am relatively young now and I hope that my optimism persists.
But the trouble is, a bunch of us don't know the first thing about reaching our dreams and that often causes our dreams to die. Fear, doubt and naysayers can cause dreams to be forgotten or placed on the back burner. Life events can defer our dreams.
Throughout this blog, we'll discuss culture, education, politics and life including all the frustrations and triumph's that come with it. I'll share my unrelenting opinions and engage in discussion with those who pass by.
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