My education is an adult.
My education could order a beer.
My education is in it’s 18th year.
And that’s a wild thought. Yesterday was my 18th first day of school. It’s weird to be nervous about something when you realize just how long you’ve been doing it. Weird to have doubts about how smart and capable and deserving you are of the knowledge and skills you want. To question your dedication to something you have fought for and against for 75% of your life. Yes, sometimes it’s a fight. There have been times when I had to beg to go to school, where school was my only escape and where school was my sanctuary. There have also been times where I hated it and cried not to go and faked sick and skipped to be anywhere else. I used to dream of attending university and fantasize about growing up. I catch myself still, waiting to grow up, even though I’m literally in the thick of it. I’ve convinced myself it’s not worth almost as many times as I’ve talked myself through.
I have missed assignment deadlines, dropped classes, and failed a handful of finals. I’ve met profs who belong in hell and profs who were sent by the universe to push me where I need to be. And yet among all of this, I’ve found my passion, I’ve found my voice and I am so proud to have found the person I am meant to become within the walls that have held me up.
So cheers to lil harls for pushing through, for making it this far, and for probably graduating some time soon. HAPPY 18th FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL TO ME!!!