[seeing stripes]
I was a fool.
I'm not going give up. I'm not.
I've run cross country, gone through 3 band directors, gone to the national finals, gone through a freshmen year of college.
I. Will. Not. Lose.
Matar didn't want to make me a Humanities major because of the after grading in my Comp. & Rhet Course. Which screwed my financial aid. On top of that, the loan I got was divided up wrong because of the combination of the school, Nellie Mae, and myself. I spent much of the day upset, pretty depressed because I thought it was all done.
I'm crying now because I can't believe I forgot that I can fix this. I'm stronger than any of those ass holes at FIT can imagine. I WILL be there. I WILL own their Writing About Lit. course. I WILL find the money. I'm not going to give up and crawl into a hole because that's what they want me to do. And I'm not. I REFUSE.
I'm crying because I'm ashamed of myself. I've gone through worse things than losing money. There's still 3 weeks left. There's still time. And up until August 22nd, there's still a shot. And here I was acting like all was lost.
No more niceities. They're done. I am Shatondra Monica Cobbs, damnit. My ancestors were cherokee warriors, my ancestors survived the rigors of bondage, the uprooting from their homeland, the destruction of their culture, their language, their traditions. I will get my money back. I will get my major changed. I will get an A in this stupid course. And then throw it in Matar's face.
I can do ANYTHING. People say that not believing in it but I can. Minus the whole peeing standing up thing...eh. ^_^
I'm not going to give up. I can't give up. I won't give up! ::narrows eyes::
Because if a zebra can win the Kentucky Derby, then I can go to college.
Ironic what farfeched children's movies can do for your mood.
I'm not going give up. I'm not.
I've run cross country, gone through 3 band directors, gone to the national finals, gone through a freshmen year of college.
I. Will. Not. Lose.
Matar didn't want to make me a Humanities major because of the after grading in my Comp. & Rhet Course. Which screwed my financial aid. On top of that, the loan I got was divided up wrong because of the combination of the school, Nellie Mae, and myself. I spent much of the day upset, pretty depressed because I thought it was all done.
I'm crying now because I can't believe I forgot that I can fix this. I'm stronger than any of those ass holes at FIT can imagine. I WILL be there. I WILL own their Writing About Lit. course. I WILL find the money. I'm not going to give up and crawl into a hole because that's what they want me to do. And I'm not. I REFUSE.
I'm crying because I'm ashamed of myself. I've gone through worse things than losing money. There's still 3 weeks left. There's still time. And up until August 22nd, there's still a shot. And here I was acting like all was lost.
No more niceities. They're done. I am Shatondra Monica Cobbs, damnit. My ancestors were cherokee warriors, my ancestors survived the rigors of bondage, the uprooting from their homeland, the destruction of their culture, their language, their traditions. I will get my money back. I will get my major changed. I will get an A in this stupid course. And then throw it in Matar's face.
I can do ANYTHING. People say that not believing in it but I can. Minus the whole peeing standing up thing...eh. ^_^
I'm not going to give up. I can't give up. I won't give up! ::narrows eyes::
Because if a zebra can win the Kentucky Derby, then I can go to college.
Ironic what farfeched children's movies can do for your mood.