I did it.
On Monday, August 30, 1999, I began my trek towards higher learning at Prince George’s Community College…then a bunch of stuff happened. At some point in 2003/2004, I decided to move everything college related to Anne Arundel Community College. When I first moved to Laurel, I was living in the Anne Arundel County side so that made sense. Little did I know, I was going to wind up back in Prince George’s County. I still kept my stuff at AACC because I thought it was a better school for me than PGCC (it was and it is.) Through highs and lows beginning with the Summer 2005 through the Summer 2009 semester, I stuck to it as best as I knew how.
As many of you know, I recently started the next phase of my undergraduate career at Towson University in Towson, Maryland. For those who are not familiar with Maryland, it’s directly north of Baltimore. I had left AACC, three credits shy of getting my Associates…math. I signed up for basic general math, the one I should have signed up for in hindsight at AACC instead of statistics. I’m still asking what I was thinking in picking that subject, but that is a moot point. I have earned my math credits.
So in short, ten years after I started college, I am getting my Associates of Arts degree from Anne Arundel Community College for the Fall 2009 semester; which is allowing me to continue on and get the monkey I had on my back for a long long time. Now let’s get down to the bare bones of this. I THANK GOD FOR HELPING ME AND ALLOWING ME TO GET THIS FAR. At first, I was not happy that I took this long to get any sort of degree. When I received notice that I would be officially graduating this past Friday I started thinking about what has happened to me over the past decade.
As the song that I heard in church this morning said, “All I know is what God told me.” In addition, all I know that there have been people that have been praying for me, even when I was tripping. If you are one of those people, my sincerest thanks from the bottom of my heart. There have been times that I actually wanted to give up and ask what was the point. But then I would remember the dreams I had when I was younger. I would remember growing up and making TV sets out of legos. I would also remember joining every student news outlet that I could.
There was also a time where I actually entertained a career in computers in high school. The field was very popular and very lucrative in the late 1990s. Then I remember the fun and the joy that I had from writing. From that point, I never looked back. When I attended nightwatch services going into this year, the preacher touched a nerve when he talked about when the only thing I had left was faith. That was more true than people probably realize. Now, that I have been blessed with this degree, I have even more of a fire to do what I believe I am called to do.
This weekend, which is the annual “Selfish Celebration of Life”, it has been re-dubbed this year as the “Selfish Celebration of Life and Success.” You are probably asking yourself, why am I calling it a selfish celebration. Let’s be honest, this weekend, those who were invited, are getting together to celebrate ME getting older and ME graduating. If that is not selfish, I don’t know what is. 
Thank you all for the well wishes, those who have contacted me so far and God Bless you all.
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