The foundations of the American education system are quite humble; more religious, less complicated, but still divided.
If you would have told me on December 31st, 2019, that the year 2020 was going to be sporadic and eventful, I would have honestly told you that you were lying.
I came across a tweet posted the other day that said, “My daughter is 8. I’ll explain to her about George Floyd. When my son was 6, I was explaining Trayvon Martin.
Who has left a tremendous impact on your life? While you are pondering over your thoughts, I would like for you to meet my Great-Grandmother, Ernestine McCafferty, who was born on November 28th, 1943.
When my cousin, Parys, texted me last fall with a flyer from The Dinner Table Doc, saying that they were looking for interns, I knew my aspirations and talents would soon blossom.
We all find ourselves in this unique moment in time, where we are required to self-quarantine at home. For some of us, this moment of isolation was necessary.
Whenever I turn on my television now, I always tend to see drama and/or negativity that is created to degrade African Americans. At the age of 20, I am growing up in an era where social media and/or reality tv can make or break your career/life.
Picture this: it is your senior year of high-school and you have just committed to your dream university. You’re splurging on school gear, posting your exciting news all over social media, and joining TOO many group chats for your school’s incoming freshman. Fast forward to about 3 months into your college experience, and all of your excitement for the school is gone. Making friends is harder than you thought, your major is not necessarily speaking to you, and you are very homesick. But what do you do?
I cannot wait to have my own family one day. I am most looking forward to building a strong, healthy family unit.