I’ve always loathed school. I remember the first time I started making excuses not to go to class. It was fifth grade, I would sell snacks on behalf of the Spanish club during math class. Yep, order of operations was too uninteresting and challenging for my taste, so the majority of the year I was doing something else.
Don’t get me wrong, I was pretty good in school. I was in the math club but I got kicked out because I had “too much mouth”, whatever. Anywho, I’m the type to that hated school and I never thought I belonged there.
You all can tell by my grammar errors and incorrect spelling that school is just not my forte, but I don’t believe I am alone. See the problem in society is that your intelligence is based off one type of system; education. Is the individual that can ace all math tests but cannot dance considered stupid? No. So why should someone skilled in dancing but doesn’t know math well be forced to take remedial classes?
For the longest I’ve always believed that I was stupid. I believed that there wasn’t anything for me out in the world because I wasn’t capable to be great.
It’s Not About What You Know, It’s WHO You Know
High School was very scary for me. Not only was I advancing in a education system that I was not confident in, but I was entering a special school. I hated the inner city environment I was raised in, so I didn’t want to go to my assigned home school. Instead, I applied for a trade school where you can get your high school diploma and a certification in a certain field.
High School was okay I guess, until senior year, that is. When I tell y’all they must’ve recruited these teachers from Harvard I ain’t lying. I had this one English teacher by the name of Mr.Gross who gave so much work it made me mad. His class for some reason was hard for me. Three days before high school graduation, they told me I wasn’t graduating.
Y’all know what’s worse than disappointing a mother? Disappointing a black mama in the hood. It’s something about black inner city mothers that every emotion turns into anger. I knew that if had I told her I wasn’t graduating, I would’ve had two black eyes and been in a wheelchair. So I didn’t tell anyone lol.
I got desperate, so instead of sitting in the front of the class giving academics my all, I figured I’d try the “work smart, not hard” approach. I ended up persuading them to allow me to graduate and I got a C in the class. Of course I didn’t do this alone, I prayed and had faith that despite my circumstances I’d graduate from high school. So they told me I would graduate high school they day before graduation. Whew, saved my neck and my back from severe pain lol.
College for me was like “okay, lets make your life a living hell, this is going to be the most heartbreak and death you’ve ever experienced and we want you to study 100 terms each night and NO EXCUSES… Have fun!”. I hated school and it was impossible to pass my classes on my own lol. My first two years I had some ghetto grades man, I mean for some reason school felt impossible to me.
I was on academic probation two out of the three years I’ve been in college. Academic probation/GPA requirement is like going to prison and you’re out, but you can’t find a job. I mean I would go to soooo many interest meetings and just walk out as soon as they said GPA requirement. I felt like a convicted felon man.
Then all of a sudden, my grades had gotten way better, and my GPA boosted so much because I had a different game plan. I knew this was a time I had to work smart. So, I became my professors friend. It’s been classes I failed every test but have passed only because I made myself known in the class #network lol. Then it’s been times I’ve given a class my all and failed. So which route you think I’m going take?
Now I’m not saying give your teacher dap and not show up to class, but what I am saying is that they’ll try to help you if they know you. Give it your all, but also build a relationship with your professors. Brown nose, laugh at their corny jokes, stay after class, ask a question and tell them to have a nice day.
The Dropout lol
Now I know you all are probably saying to yourselves, “Unt un, why she giving me advice and she dropped out!”. Well, the reason I dropped out was financial and if I was to elaborate you’d be reading this all day lol. When I first realized I had to dropout I was heart broken. I wanted to graduate to make my family proud of me. Then I realized that nothing will make my family more proud than to succeed. You don’t need a degree to succeed, you just need faith and a great work ethic.
I’m in a weird stage of my life… The post “real world after college stage”. What is the weirdest part is that I don’t actually have a degree. That is okay though, I’ve been through way too much not to be someone. Through everything, God has given me hope and sanity.
Maybe I’ll become a pastor lol jk..well I don’t know. I haven’t gotten down the praise break yet. Whatever I’ll be, I’ll be good at it. I will make my family proud. I will make money for me, my kids, my man, and my tithes. #thatisall.
okay before I go, lately I have been using hashtags in my conversations. Is that annoying to y’all? If it is, I’ll stop #rightnow lol. I don’t know, I think it’s cool. Oh well, bye I guess lol.