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With Age Comes…

24 Apr

IMG_4239The day I turn 28, I started addressing myself as if I just turned 40. Not that I’m saying 40 is old- but I’m 28 years old for Christ sake! I feel older than I actually am and sometimes I feel like I should have known more or have already accomplished more things.

I like to believe with age comes maturity; and for me, I want to be able to do things by myself, depending on myself more. A couple years ago, you couldn’t force me to dine out or to attend church alone. You couldn’t force me to do anything solitary, unless it had to do with my living space: that I can’t compromise.

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Feeling like 30 at 28

17 Oct

fullsizerender Turning a new age is a blessing! I get to see my 28th birthday this week and for that, I couldn’t be more thankful. As excited, as I am to celebrate my 28th year on earth, nothing scares me the most than turning 30 years old. See, I’m not even there yet and I’m already worried about the things I cannot control. Typical me!

Turning 30 to me means that I should have everything figure out by then. It is the “I’m done with the foolery” year. The year where career is popping, settling down or in the process of doing so, and of course a lot of traveling. But, as I get closer to 30, I feel like I’m nowhere near ready for the things I expected to have accomplished by the time I’m 30- that itself scares the crap out of me.

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Be Aware: Haiti and its ‘so-called’ NGOs

9 Oct

img_0094Haiti has once again hit with another catastrophe, hurricane Matthew. A hurricane that left many people killed, homeless, ruined from all their crops and livestock- a “no exit” situation.

Will Haiti ever catch a break? From hurricane Jeanne in 2004- one of the deadliest hurricanes in the Caribbean, that killed approximately 3000 people from Gonaives alone, a commune in northern part of Haiti. Hurricane Jeanne caused many devastating floods and mudslides. Four years later, in 2008, hurricane Gustav, Hanna and Ike once again hit Haiti.

And when we thought we have been through it all; then, 2010’s earthquake happened. A large scale of earthquake that struck down the island, killing over 160,000 of people and leaving many injured, physically and mentally. For the past six years, we, Haitians, have struggled to rebuild our country- most importantly, rebuilding our mental selves. A process that seems like taking eternity!

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What is it Like to be an FGCU Alumna?

30 Mar

            Growing up with such amazingly strict parents like mine, I knew I had to go to college, but I did not know which, where or how to apply. I did not have any older siblings to ask for advice on which school to apply to. My destiny, my future were in my own hands, at my own risk– the good thing in mind was to keep my parents happy by attending some university, that’s all.

FGCU Graduation           I always knew I would have had taken loans if I chose to go to college; my parents just would not be able to afford it. A couple of months before my high school graduation, my counselor advised that I applied for HOPE scholarship; some of the requirements were to be a first generation student, to have good grades and to write an essay, stating why should that individual be selected as one of the recipients. Hey, that’s me! I applied for the scholarship. However, there were some terms I did not like. The scholarship was to attend Edison community school, now Edison State College, for two years—then to transfer at FGCU. “Man, my uncle went to that school, that’s a boring school… No one wants to go to Edison,” I said to myself. My counselor forced me to apply for it; so I ended up applied. I knew I did not spend much time, as I should have on my essay. I did not care! I could have written a better one. They asked for double-space; I gave single-space; see, I didn’t care. With all that, a few weeks later, an Edison representative called and said I was one of the selected students. Yay me! But I was still not happy. Why? Because most of my friends were attending FSU or USF, FAMU, FAU, UF, etc. I wanted to be with my friends, to party and or do “whatever” they were into. Until graduation week, I did not tell anyone which school I was going to attend or what the future held for me.

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