For those who don’t know me I’m a college student at New York Institute of Technology. If your coming across this blog then there’s only 2 reasons why.
1. Your in my Comm350 class
2. You happen to find this by luck
Before you click away and ex this blog away let me tell you a little something about myself, and no this isn’t no son story.
I grew up in the Bronx,NY, parents both immigrants and hard working. Three little brothers and I’m the oldest. The first to go to college. I was never spoon fed except for the time when my mom had to do it because I wasn’t capable to comprehend spoon, knew what anything at all was.
Was my life tough? Yes but I heard tougher. A college kid trying to make it out the ghetto. Yea I grew up around drugs, guns, thugs, gangsters, gang bangers, you name it.
Shit one of my neighbors is a coke head. I seen people get beat up to where their teeth feel out and the person doing the beat hand got swollen. I’ve witness teenagers try to fight 30 year old men because of pride.
But I’m not here to complain about it, shit I fucking lived this life because it was given to me. I had drug dealers requesting me to sell drugs, but that wasn’t happening too smart for that.
I was put in positions where I had to put drug dealers in their place. If you don’t know what that is like pictures this….
You a teenager having to argue with someone older than you, who has been to jail before for whatever reasons, and is now selling drug and 9 times out of 10 solve their problems with a gun. Put yourself in that position.
I’ve seen a shoot out my first week of my freshman year in high school. I’ve seen people smoke weed in the school bathroom and roll dice to make their money. Shit I myself made some money playing cards.
I got involved though, played volleyball, did a little ju-ji-zu, and even took yoga classes after school. But that doesn’t stop the people who live behind the school to always have fights and bring their drama by the school. Man watching that stuff was fun.
I ended up playing basketball, was on the varsity team for two years and loved every moment of it. This was probably one of the most significant thing that kept me off the street besides playing pool at my neighborhood boys and girls club.
Now I’m out the hood and in college. However everyday I am reminded of this place because I have to commute and see all the crap that happens on my way home from school. It doesn’t help that I’m so involved on campus that I leave late and get home around 10 or 11 at night.
Yea I grew up poor, never really had much but everyday I count my blessings, and happy that I met the people In my life and even glad to meet more people.
However going to this school is extremely expensive paying back $120,329.27 is going to he a struggle. If you find it in your hearts to donate a few bucks or just $10.00 click the link at the bottom, I’m trying to be able to pay back this loan ASAP with all the help I can possibly get because I know my parent couldn’t afford to send me here in the first place.