Let me show you how it real it gets. The winter before my senior year I had recently visited Spelman College, this motivated me. Let’s fast forward, on the first day of school my spirit was extremely high and I felt as if I could conquer the world. My friends and I walked into our classes feeling undefeatable. We decided that we wanted to start a club that would look well on our resume not thinking of the responsibilities that came with it. I went to talk to prospective sponsors that would help us start the club while also having several meetings with administration. I walked into head of administration’s office never being in a room that felt so cold and lifeless. It felt as if he was staring into my soul with his piercing brown eyes. Half way through
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Not thinking, who knew a Minority Student Union would bring such uproar at a 1,000-student high school in the suburbs of Mississippi. So many people came to the interest meeting and few joined. I felt like a failure and wanted no part of it, but “Mama ain’t raise no quitter”. So I continued with my original plan, which was to bring people of color together to bring about issues within the community as well as gain leadership skills. We excelled up until the middle of November, people started getting tired of meetings, officers no longer wanted to do their job and we never got much done. Drama started to stir up amongst the sponsors and students and things just were not going well. As President of the new and problematic club, people looked at me different and I had no idea how to handle it. I wanted to burry myself within my sorrows of anticipation with college applications and stress of being the best. I look back every now and then and see how unhappy I was even though it was only two months ago. Times have changed and I received numerous lessons from life. I learned that along with trying to be the best you have to accept who you are and do not lose yourself trying to be something you’re
Not thinking, who knew a Minority Student Union would bring such uproar at a 1,000-student high school in the suburbs of Mississippi. So many people came to the interest meeting and few joined. I felt like a failure and wanted no part of it, but “Mama ain’t raise no quitter”. So I continued with my original plan, which was to bring people of color together to bring about issues within the community as well as gain leadership skills. We excelled up until the middle of November, people started getting tired of meetings, officers no longer wanted to do their job and we never got much done. Drama started to stir up amongst the sponsors and students and things just were not going well. As President of the new and problematic club, people looked at me different and I had no idea how to handle it. I wanted to burry myself within my sorrows of anticipation with college applications and stress of being the best. I look back every now and then and see how unhappy I was even though it was only two months ago. Times have changed and I received numerous lessons from life. I learned that along with trying to be the best you have to accept who you are and do not lose yourself trying to be something you’re