A journey to
grad school

“When the pimps in the club ?ma drop it like its hot…” “Girl, shake that Laffy Taffy…” Sound familiar to any of you? Perhaps the music videos to these, and so many more, might. Images of young men throwing money in the air or barely dressed women having money thrown at them may represent a glamorous life to some. Unfortunately, too often people take detours from education to possess cars, clothes and cash.

How would I know? I've had my taste of riding in fancy cars, being given fast money, and bling-bling rings. Through all of those juvenile choices I never stopped going to college and pressing onward deep into my perceived amazon of higher education.

My journey began when I became pregnant at 14. I was right out of the eighth grade and during those times being pregnant was completely accidental. Eight months into my pregnancy my son's father died. I turned 15 a few days afterwards and my son was born the following month. In my eyes, life had dictated who the boss was and it wasn't me.

I had no plan for success after high school, but what I did have was a baby on my hip and a desire in my heart to go to school to better myself and my son's future.

Applying to North Lake was frightening. I was unaware of what FAFSA stood for. I had no clue what classes to take or what I would major in.

I remember one year in particular. I had taken out a loan for classes during the fall and had been unable to pay it back. I went up to the school and explained that I had no money, but sincerely wanted to keep going to school. I asked what could be done. After waiting a few minutes, seemingly eternity, I was told that a person on campus whom desired to remain anonymous had paid off my loan! In addition, the anonymous donor paid for two classes for the spring and books!

Time does not allow for me to explain how special services loaned me books semester after semester because I could not afford to buy my own. I wish I could explain how I struggled in math each semester and how the developmental math teacher tutoring me as if we were at her kitchen table. The tears I've shed in seclusion with my history professor. The professional counseling and guidance I've received from my former English professor.

The family at North Lake, my family, helped raise me from a confused teenager into a talented young lady with two degrees. Yes, North Lake College cares! Yes, they have supported me and believed in me when I was unable to see my own potential and believe in myself.

Currently, I am attempting to obtain my Ph.D.

The road ahead may be long and hard for many of you; however, the NLC family is there to support you, encourage you, and assist you in achieving. Don't follow life's detours. With perseverance there will always be a way.