On August 27th, I’ll be making the biggest move of my life. I will be moving from Stockbridge, Georgia to New York City to pursue my graduate studies at New York University. Am I scared? Yes. Is this necessary? Hell yes. Coming from a kid who did not give two shits and a fuck about school, I think I’ve come a long way with my educational career.
I graduated from high school not knowing or caring about my GPA. I knew it had a 2 in front of it and I realized I would not be able to do anything with that…so I didn’t care. I felt some type of way when I saw that the majority of my friends were heading off to these big name colleges and I didn’t even put in the energy to apply for college. Once I started to care, I applied and got rejected by several schools until my mom made the executive decision to have me apply to Georgia Perimeter College. Realizing that my only hope for a college career would involved starting at a junior college, I applied.
New students had to take an entrance exam and I did well on every subject but Math. Because of my low score, I was placed in a remedial Algebra class and I hated life. I did not start caring about my education until my second semester at GPC. I made a D in my Political Science class and for some reason it hurt. I was accustomed to doing the bare minimum to pass a class and this time, I didn’t cut it. After this incident, I realize I had to be serious about my studies. I realized I did not want to be stuck in this place. [Pause: I am in no way bashing Georgia Perimeter College, this school gave me the foundation I needed to movie on with my collegiate career.]
After I got myself, together. I applied to Georgia State University, and I got in. I also had a 3.0 and I was eligible for the HOPE scholarship. This was probably the biggest moment in my life. Ironically, I decided to major in Early Childhood Education. Yes, a kid who hated school decided to become a teacher. Why? Because I want to catch that one quiet kid in the back of the class that would rather be in his/her own world than engage in class conversation before they fall into the cracks of our dilapidated school systems. This is my mission.
Before graduation, I started my application for New York University for the Literacy Education program. It took me forever. I had doubts. Of course I had doubts. It took me SEVERAL months to write my statement of purpose. What could I possibly say to these people in their high chairs about why they should let me into their school? I missed the application deadline due to my doubts and I settled on the fact that I could put Grad school on hold and just work for a while. Of course this made my parents happy, they did not want me to move because of “financial” reasons. In all honestly, they just did not want to see their only child move to New York.
A few weeks later after missing the deadline, I got an e-mail saying that my program was still accepting applications. I took it as a sign and I finished my statement of purpose and my application and I sent it in. I waited…and I waited. The day of my College of Education Convocation, I received an e-mail from NYU saying that I was accepted. Nothing could compare to the natural high that I got from that e-mail. I ran around the house screaming expecting the same enthusiasm from my Mom but I got a dry congratulations and a lecture about reconsidering my decision.
The lectures continue and my ambition grows. I realize that this is a big move but I am ready. I realize everything will not be perfect at my dream school…but I am ready. I plan on submerging myself in the city and learning everything I can about Literacy Education and myself as I embark on this journey.
I will continue to give updates about my NYU experience.
Feel free to ask me any questions about the graduate application process and housing. I’ll give you all of the information that I have.