I’m very diligent when it comes
to my school work. I have never been more passionate about any other project in
my life thus far, as I have been about completing my Associate and Bachelor of
Arts Degrees. I believe my keen persistence has a lot to do with the fact that
I had to pay for my college expenses from the storage of my own blood, sweat
and tears. It was not easy to say the least, but as an old familiar saying
goes, nothing worth having is.
In 2004 when I graduated high school, I had no idea what I was in for. Part of the reason was due to my indecisiveness as to which area I would study and gain expertise. I started out as a Biology with Chemistry major. This faculty has the highest drop out rate among Bahamian college students than any other field. I became a statistic one year later, when I realized that my love for Biology was not enough to get me though my Chemistry and Physics courses. Still, I had no plan idea what I would do when I completed this degree, had I taken this road. One day in Animal Bio, I over heard two girls taking about how most of the BioChem majors didn’t have what it took to make it to
Medical School. I was not disappointed in her observation, but rather in the implication that after obtaining this boring and very complex degree, I would then have to garner courage to reapply and enter school again for 5-7 more years of further study. I was not afraid of the challenge, but my heart was not in it. I believe this is when I decided that I needed a change in my studies.
I loved Spanish. Hell, the study of Language in general. I’ve always found Linguistics and Foreign languages interesting. If you’ve ever heard me talk about it, I’m sure you’ve seen the light in my eyes. This was due in part to the fact that I loved travelling, studying culture, history and meeting people. It opened a whole new world to me, possibilities, excitement and life! I decided to change my major to AA Spanish, even though everyone else was convinced there was nothing I could do with it. Would I teach it in primary or high school? NO?! Oh, waste of time, they deduced. I found that in studying Spanish and French, it has helped me with my mother tongue. I’ve realized that in studying foreign languages, I know so much more about the world that I live in. I loved every moment of it. Despite popular belief, it was very difficult at times.
There were times I would have no idea how to couple past participles with auxiliary verbs, when to use slangs from which country, where accent marks fell, where I should stress the vowels for multisyllabic words, and most importantly how would I gain fluency? I was fortunate to have my parents finance my trip to Salamanca, Spain, where I worked, played and studied at the University of Salamanca for a month; visiting Spain’s capital, Madrid, Barcelona, Segovia and the outskirts of Portugal. This spiked my love for languages through the roof. I would never forget the train rides, mounting climbing, sky diving, bull racing, walking to school every morning in the frosty air, but running back in time for siesta in the burning hot sun, inexpensive fruit stalls along the busy streets where me and Ebony would buy cerizas (cherries in Spanish), fountains, aire libre cafes, El Plaza Mayor, huge parks, and the 10pm setting sun. It was amazing to say the least.
I had my fun, but the road was not easy. I had obtained a partial scholarship from ScotiaBank (Bahamas) Ltd. However, after a year, I lost it due to my loss of interest in the sciences. From then on, I would have to pay for every class I did on my own. My parents were not financially prepared to assist my educational endeavors, so I began to look for work. Wendy’s was my home for about 9 months, followed by a DNA clinic and finally RBC where I would remain for 3 years. RBC played a big part in helping me discover what I would study, and to them I owe that gratitude. I knew I would have to couple foreign languages with a trade to be marketable, and RBC opened me up to the world of Banking. I would later on pursue Finance.
I took some time off from school
from 2006 to 2008, as working in a bank and taking classes at COB was a serious
challenge. I lost two years, but if I didn’t work, how would I pay the bills?
It was a price to pay as I looked at the bigger picture. In 2008, I took a
daring leap of faith when I resigned my post at RBC and headed to
Guanajuato, Mexico
for three (3) months.
Mexico
is a beauty all its own. The hot, dry climate reminded me of home. I was nostalgic
to say the least, but very happy to be somewhere different. I took everything
in, the language, the culture, the beauty, art, mannerisms, and off course the
cuisine! Nobody parties like a Mexican, and although they really cannot dance,
they have spice! I would walk for miles, and when I couldn’t walk anymore, I
would take the bus. The streets were always full of life, and there as always
something happening. A concert, symphony, fiesta, show, Art exhibition, trip. I
befriend a kind lady named Enaid, an ExPat from Detriot, who was instrumental
in my travels to
Mexico City, San Miguel,
Guadalajara and
Michoacan. My house mates
Zion,
Mindy and Ana were my everything!
Months later, I was happy to
return home and prepared to move to Louisville,
Kentucky. With little notice to
my friends, current boyfriend and loved ones, I took a flight to Kentucky where I would
reside for 4 months, studying International Relations. It was a dream come
true, as my ultimate goal still is to work as a Bahamian Diplomat. Off course
it was a wonderful semester as I studied European History, Latin American and
Caribbean History, Spanish, and French. Although COB only took the Spanish
credits, I enjoyed the wealth of knowledge, making new friends from around the world
and just doing something extraordinary. It was amazing the amount of love among
Bahamians when abroad. I was one of five (5) Bahamian students on campus at a
predominantly white catholic university. We always looked out for each other.
My roommate was an American-Koren. Nice girl, but a little spoiled. The polar
opposite of myself. Sometimes I would envy the amount of support she had from
her parents and grandparents. But it didn’t affect my mood or performance in
school. I had to return home due to financial constraints but, I don’t regret
it. I am currently still paying the loan for that semester.
In 2009, after I was brought down
to earth with the startling reality that I wouldn’t be going back to college
abroad, I decided it was time to find a college that would allow me to work and
study simultaneously. I found that in Sojourner-Douglass College.
I don’t know what the edge was it had over Omega, BBC and Nova, but there was
something about it that made me desire to attend, although the price tag was
more substantial. SDC was my home for 4
years and I’m happy that I will be graduating in 4 weeks; my final walk as an
undergraduate. It was a long, hard road. Some nights I would be so exhausted from
attending classes, studying and competing assignments. Working with groups
where some members wouldn’t contribute, pretending to be cool with
uncooperative lecturers and dealing with the computers or printers not working
the night your final research paper is due. I must say that through it all I’ve
been blessed with awesome lectures, including but not limited to Margaret Don,
Javier Diaz, Alvarro Bonilla Chinchilla, Jacinth Taylor, Natasha Turnquest,
Christopher Lunn, Errol McPhee, Deidre Pinder, and Laverne
Nixon. These people went beyond what a lecturer should do to
give me what I needed to succeed. I will forever be indebted to them.
Through the hard times, there
were many good times, parties in school, friendships, bonds made, and fond
memories.
I’m proud to say that during my
tenure at SDC, I have NEVER gotten a
C as a final grade, and I have NEVER
cheated. This was a personal goal of mine that I had established from the very
beginning and one that I was fortunate to maintain. My last semester was a
blessing as my employer took care of all of my tuition expenses and graduation
fees. Over $6,000.00 from an institution that I was only working for with eight
(8) months. Ain’t God good? The
burden of the final semesters were not enough to bring me down. I performed the
best I have ever performed in my collegic studies, two 4.0 semesters with 400
level courses. Had my responsibilities shrunken? No. I was the General
Secretary for the Bahamas National Youth Council, preparing for our annual
dance show at Jubilee Dance Studio, in a new relationship and leading Dance
Ministry at Bahamas
Harvest Church.
Sometimes I won, and sometimes I lost, but through it all I prioritized my
studies so that I could succeed. Today, I’m happy because I know that the
journey is not over, but just beginning. After college, I find graduates sit
down and wait for opportunities to knock at their doors, which I assure you will
not happen. I’m challenging myself to be a seeker. To explore, and to go beyond
what I am now. College was my training camp. Education is a tool. My degree is
my sword. It prepares me for battle, and assures my victory.
The 4 years of endurance has
taught me that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. And more
importantly, that there is an end of the tunnel! Four years of endurance has
taught me that the suffering of the present time is not worthy to the prize
given at the end of the struggle. Four years of endurance has taught me that
despite harsh criticism and opposition that any dream can be realized if sought
after with passion and planning. Four
years of endurance has taught me that there is no such thing as dreaming TOO
big, all things are possible, obtainable, and reachable, if you believe. And
not only believe, but act.
Here’s to me. Suma
cum lade Honor College Graduate.
