About me

Hello all,

I am from New Haven, Connecticut. I attend Morgan State University, majoring in Multi Platform-Production as an aspiring media personality and philanthropist. 

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Freshman year of high school can be a time for growth - a time that can make or break you. It is a time of transition when you can be propelled into greatness or devoured by the depths of failure. However, my freshman year was most memorable for a reason that most incoming freshmen wouldn’t be able to relate to. My mother passed, about a week into the start of school. This loss was extremely difficult to deal with. I’ve lived with my grandmother since I was 3-months-old so I really didn’t have the traditional “mother-daughter” relationship. How could I grieve over someone I barely even knew? From that point on, I just bottled up my emotions. It seemed as though every night I would look into this jar and slip my feelings into it until one day I decided to hide it deep within me. Hiding the jar worked for a while. In fact, that form of suppressing my emotions worked all the way through my sophomore year.

Junior year was time when I was forced to think about my future. I understood that my
future depended mostly upon me. I soon learned that although I may have been
mentally and physically prepared, emotionally, I was not. I found myself in
search of the jar of emotions I hid.

My junior year was one of the worst. I was overwhelmed because I was carrying dual enrollment, honors, and AP classes.   This was the year that was most imperative for applying to colleges. However, it only created a new level of stress I certainly wasn’t prepared for the pressure that can make pipes burst and so without warning, my jar broke. When a pipe bursts, you have no choice but to address the problem and clean up the mess. When my emotional jar broke it made me realize when there is a problem it should be dealt with head on, without hesitation. I felt like I was at my absolute lowest in life. I wasn’t eating or sleeping well and I genuinely came to a point where I was losing sight of who I was.  

Character is certainly revealed when pressure is applied. When taking the time to reflect
on what I’ve gone through emotionally, I like to compare myself to something as
trans-formative as a lump of coal because I’ve learned that a diamond is simply
a piece of coal, when the right amount of time and pressure is applied a
diamond is revealed. I am that diamond. The thought of me once being a piece of
coal is certainly humbling and yet, the thought that I still have the potential
to be something as radiant and pristine as a diamond is exhilarating. I’m
thankful for my struggle. I transformed because I experienced those growing
pains. Sometimes we go through things not only to help ourselves, but also to
help others in the future and that’s something that encourages me to continue
to strive to better myself.