Attack of the Snots!

They say your body changes every 7 years, well I think my time has come and I've developed horrendous allergies. It sucks! One day I was fine and a few days later I'm dealing with a scratchy throat and a runny nose. I subbed today and used all the tissues on the teacher's desk. I felt so bad! That was the only box of tissue in the room. I left her a nice note though. I hate blowing my nose so much, it always gets tender and raw. But I suppose blowing out the snot is better than swallowing it because then I'd develop a cough and a hoarse throat.

In other news.....I'M A COLLEGE GRADUATE. Whoo hoo! I can officially say that I have a degree. BSED in education, cum laude. Feels pretty good to be out of college. Now I'm standing at a fork in the road. Now what? What do I do with my life now?

Slowly Healing

I have been on a whirlwind of emotions since my break-up. One minute I'm feeling good and the next minute I'm balling my eyes out. But I am proud to say that I have not cried since Saturday and that is a huge improvement. I guess you can tell I really loved the guy because I never cry. So it's a serious matter when I do.

Anyhow, I've been kind of hush hush about the whole situation because it's a long story and I get emotional when I talk about it, but as I've been letting people know, they've been quite supportive. God always has a purpose and a plan for our lives, and though we may not see it, we need to trust that He knows what's best and for our future. We have to walk and live by faith!

However, throughout my turmoil there's been one stand above friend than the rest. My Bruh Dayo, whom I call "Mr. Joy" because his Nigerian name means joy, and he calls me "Flower girl" because,well, it's obvious, my name is a flower..... I opened up to him first because I needed a guys perspective and wanted someone outside my circle (he lives in DC, can't get much further than that) so he really helped tune me in to things. What I didn't expect was for him to text me everyday, checking up on me and asking if I was ok. Then he would call, or pick fights with me, anything to get me smiling and laughing again, and I must say that I truly appreciate him. Who could have predicted that a soror of Delta Sigma Theta and a Bruh of Omega Psi Phi would meet at Camp ABC in the summer of 2009 and hit it off and have a great friendship a year later. I never expected to see or hear from him again, but I'm glad I gave him my number all those months ago. He's helped me start mending the pieces of my heart when I didn't know where to begin, and for that, I thank him.

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As of today, countdown to G-day is 9 days away. Tomorrow is my last day at my internship site. I hope the kids don't make me cry. I'm going to miss them so much.

Countdown to G-Day

I had a major blow to my ego monday when I was ordering my cap and gown, and graduation annoucements. It hurt me so bad that I had to tell my father (in TX) immediately and rectify some things. Here goes: No matter if I bust a 4.0 gpa this semester, my overall cummulative gpa won't rise over about a 3.71. At least that's how I figured it, but I'm not too sure about how the whole course weight thing words at the university. Anyway, a 3.71 is not a 3.75 and therefore I will not be graduating magna cum laude, but rather plain old cum laude. Major blow to my ego. And I know that graduating cum laude is still graduation with honors, I wanted to have an even higher distinction. But I guess the 2 Cs I earned in my whole college career are preventing me from that. So I texted my dad because I'd been telling him for a year that I was going to graduate magna cum laude with a 3.75 gpa. Too bad, I f-ed up my freshman and sophomore year and ruined it.

But alas, the official graduation countdown began yesterday. And today makes 29 days until graduation. 05.08.2010

Real world, here I come.

Post Birthday Angst

So I celebrated my 22nd birthday a few days ago (9 to be exact) and it was a long day. I started my Friday like any other normal Friday, going to LCES and teaching my fabulous second graders. My year-long internship with them is winding down by the way, and I'll be graduating magna or summa cum laude (whichever one means I have a 3.75). After school I showered and changed and got ready for my darling Anthony to come see me. But he works a full time job, and I teach and work a part time job, so needless to say we both were tired. But we still managed to have a good night. He took me to Carrabas, shopping and to see the Bounty Hunter and we had a good night with lots of laughs. And after being with him since September 18, 2006, it's wonderful that we still have so much to laugh and talk about. A lot of people lose that when the newness of their relationship wears off.

But after my birthday the following days put me into a sour mood and I realized that 1) I'm really about to freaking graduate (1 month and 4 days from today) and 2) I'm getting really old. In simpler terms, I feel like I'm at a fork in the road and I'm ready to take the next step in this crazy thing called life, meaning get a new set of wheels and my own digs. I'm so ready to be FREE!!! .... mentally and emotionally anyway. Financially, I'm still dependent on my parents for boarding. So I'm praying to God that I get a job offer when I go to the career fair on April 23rd so I can start putting those salary rated paychecks in the bank. I know it's tough out there on teachers right now and more are getting laid off, but that's not going to be the case for me. I WILL get a job and I WILL get good pay and I WILL be moved out of my parents house before I turn 23, otherwise I will lose my mind. I can't deal living with my parents and 3 teenage brothers. My idea of "I'm an adult" is not necessarily theirs.

Until next time