Two months ago, on May 26, 2014, I overcame an obstacle and a circumstance.
I graduated from the University of Cincinnati here in Ohio. It was one of the best days of my life. I had pictured this day in my head many times since I first started college back in 2010, and even though the actual day went nothing like I pictured it in my mind, it was still a great day nonetheless.
That whole week was an exciting one. I had two graduations to prepare for; there was Tyehimba, which was the graduation celebration held by the African American Cultural Resource Center on UC’s campus and that graduation was so much fun! There was music, dancing and food! That celebration was really about celebrating African Americans as a people and celebrating us graduates as well. I had never so much love and support from my own people before. I had never really seen and been a part of at the same time such a celebration.
Graduation day was an emotional one for me. The whole day, all I could think of was how far I’d come. How hard I had struggled. To finally be reaching the light at the end of the tunnel meant everything to me. To have family and friends cheering me on and supporting me made me feel like I was on top of the world. I was proud of myself and I knew that they were just as proud. I knew that day was about more than just the celebration. It was about me opening a whole up a whole new world for myself and my future. I knew that this was the end of my college career, it was the beginning of something exciting.
I had only dreamed what this could have felt like. Most of my life, I felt like a pretty average person, and though I know that lots of people do graduate from college, I still felt pretty special because I made something of the four years I spent in college. It was my moment and no one could ever take that away from me. It felt as thought my life had really started and I could make the absolute most of it. It was a great day.