After four years plus, the robe is coming on and the hat will be thrown off. In nine days, I will have accomplished a goal and lived a dream for my family members, as well as myself.
On May 3 at 6 p.m., I will grace the stage in front of thousands. This time I’m not hosting any event. But I will be accepting a bachelor of science in journalism.
It’s definitely been a long road.
FAMU has been a vital experience that has made me the woman I have become today.
The professors and the individuals that I have come in contact with will remain in my memory and heart forever. Every experience is special.
There’s no other school where I would have been able to have my own column, TV show and radio show.
I must admit it feels good to do something that many people doubted. I laugh at the haters who thought I would’ve fallen by the way side. I did it, but the road wasn’t easy.
I can remember the countless days of ramen noodles for dinner, going days without sleep and negative bank account balances. I look back at these memorable but heart-felt moments and think about how they could still occur.
As I graduate and begin to pursue a career in the struggling economy, I think about the hardships that I’ve experienced and it motivates me to work even harder, so that I never have to experience those moments again. However, the reality is that it’s very possible, even with a degree.
As I fill out hundreds of applications, I know I will be okay. Someone will recognize my talent and abilities and reward me with a job, even if it means me taking someone else’s place.
I won’t take “no” for an answer and I will let all my adversities as a college student be my inspiration for success.
So don’t worry about me because I will one day be financially able to donate thousands, hopefully millions back to the university. But I also hope both students and faculty continue on the great reputation of FAMU.
And to those walking with me on May 3, don’t be discouraged. Don’t lose hope, we’re Rattlers!
Although I’ll miss being on the highest of the seven hills and I may not be here physically, I will always be here in spirit.
I don’t know where God will take me, but I do know I’ll be here every homecoming with a straw hat on.
Brook England is a senior broadcast student from Miami. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.