College for the first time

I have been working on my bachelor’s degree for over 10 years. If we’re being technical, it’s been 12 years since I left school, and 15 years since I graduated high school. A pregnant 19-year-old me, promised my grandfather, on his deathbed, that I would finish my education. So with that mission, I set out to make his spirit and my family proud. In an act of divine love and purpose, I recently found out that my diploma will show the date of my grandfather’s birthday. Confirming that my persistence has not be in vain.

It has been a journey of enormous adversity. At many points I didn’t think I would finish. I picked up a ton of hobbies, hoping one of them would turn into a viable career. I invested in relationships, believing we could build a more fortunate life together. I didn’t completely fail; I was able to build an illustrious career as an executive administrative assistant. A career path that is surprisingly well paying in the Seattle market, but I always knew I deserved more.

The decision to finish my undergraduate degree, actually started with me finding graduate programs that interested me. Programs I knew I could do well in, and a nagging quote from someone I can’t remember. “You’re too smart to not have any letters behind your name.” I couldn’t take a single class as a graduate student without securing my undergraduate first, so I buckled down and decided I was going to finish. One class at a time, until my Associate Degree from the local community college was completed.

In July of 2020, while the rest of the world was at a standstill, I received notice that I was readmitted to WSU, to complete the degree I started 13 years before. I was excited but I was anxious because I knew the road in front of me was not long but dense with adversity. The academic world can be a gauntlet, but I made it through.

My grandfather was passionate about education. He dropped out of school at 13 years old to help his aunt raise her 11 children. My grandmother smiles fondly when she retells stories of him sneaking into classes on Texas Southern University’s campus to listen to lectures, while never actually being registered as a student. After starting his own family, and growing his own business, my grandfather finished his high school diploma at 40. If he could stay persistent with his goals, it is necessary that I stayed persistent with mine.

My grandfather died the summer before the start of my sophomore year of college, I gave birth to my daughter that December. Now at 13, she will get to walk across that stage, as we prepare her for high school and eventually her own college experience. For Black Americans, education is an act of rebellion. An affront to all those who wish to still us still enslaved. A violation to the many laws written to squash our desires to read and write, because an educated mind is a revolutionary mind.

I still have plans to attend graduate school, I will reveal the program of choice in a later post. I am excited to see the trajectory this path takes me on, and glad to know my ancestors are smiling down on me with pride.