I remember my senior year like it was yesterday, I remember the excitement of finally being Seniors; that was a huge deal. What I remember more was trying to decide what college was best for me. I have always struggled when it comes to academics, always. I wanted to branch out though, I wanted to go to FIDM in Los Angeles, I wanted to go to The University of Alabama, I wanted to go to The University of Mississippi, I didn’t know where I wanted to go.
I remember meeting with my guidance counselor towards the end of the year and I told her I had decided to go to The University of New Orleans, most people from my school went to SLU or LSU, and some to MSU and USM, no one ever talked about going to UNO; which made me want to go there. I loved high school, those were great years but I knew I was ready for a change. I had seen the same faces around every hallway since I was in elementary school, I was ready for new faces and a new chapter.
I decided not to go to any of those other schools, I decided that UNO was the place for me, so I applied. I got an informal acceptance almost immediately, and then I got scared. Maybe going to SLU with everyone wouldn’t be so bad, well I never got accepted to SLU, so UNO it was. I told my guidance counselor I was going to UNO and I remember that moment so vividly; she looked at me like I had just told her I decided to go to an IVY League school, followed by a long series of “O’s.” Now I don’t remember what she told me exactly because fit was four years ago but it went something like, “You’d be better off at Southeastern.” I took her suggestion into consideration because she knew best, she’s seen my grades over the course of my high school career and, it was her job. I knew I was capable of more though.
“Anyone who gave you confidence, you owe them a lot,” That’s what I’ve always been told. I owe her a lot and although I am not graduating this semester I’ve never given up. I’ve been knocked down 10 times, but I’ve stood up 11. She is my motivation, I will not quit because I have to many people to prove wrong, especially her. I’ve sat out a semester, I’ve been on probation and just about everything else but I always find a way to fight my way back in. I want my degree and it may take me 10 years to get it, but that doesn’t matter to me, I just want it and I want it from The University of New Orleans.
Moral of the story. If someone tells you that you can’t do something, you say, “Challenge Accepted.” and you rock that shit.