Well, here we are. My final piece for The Hofstra Chronicle and I’m not quite sure where to start. As my dad says, “It’s not where you start, it’s how you finish.” So I guess let’s go from the beginning.
There are hardly any days left in the semester, but somehow, I’m still under the illusion that I have an infinite amount of time to study for finals, I can put off studying for a few days and I can catch up on sleep instead. It’s strange.
Whenever finals would approach, I would figure out what grade I needed in order to maintain my GPA. In high school, I spent my time working on numerous assessments and giving countless oral presentations.
“I grew up in Colorado ... The reason I came to Hofstra is because I got an email from the school, and they offered me a really good [financial] aid package. I know that tuition in New York…
“When I first got into high school, I experienced a lot of bullying. It was a really tough time, which led to major mental health issues. I had a teacher I really liked, and there were students who were plotting to get him fired just because they didn’t like him
“I lived in Florida until I was 3 and then I moved back home to Antigua, in the Caribbean. I stayed there until I was 18. Growing up, I really didn’t know what it was like here, but I had seen shows and movies.