I’m honored to tell you that I’ll be attending Vanderbilt University in the Fall. But it was not an easy road to get to this point.
Two weekends ago, I attended a program called MOSAIC, which is a multi-cultural program that Vanderbilt hosts every year. Last weekend, I attended a scholarship weekend at Wake Forest to see if I would win a full scholarship to the school. After two days of anxious (so anxious I read “The Hunger Games” in one sitting trying to get my mind off of it), I didn’t get it.
I was devastated. So, since Wednesday at 1:30, I’ve been in a pretty significant depression of sorts, because that meant that it was over. I couldn’t go to Vanderbilt (didn’t get the scholarship there). I didn’t get the scholarship at Washington University in St. Louis (The Ervin Scholarship). I let the Gordon Scholarship slip away at Wake Forest. I did what I could, but it wasn’t enough. I’ll here more about what they’re offering at Wake next week, and from Duke as well. We may be able to convince Vanderbilt to increase their aid given that other schools are offering more, but we’ll see.
I’ll say it again: as the title of this piece shows, I’ve been extremely depressed lately that everything I’d been working towards for the past year wouldn’t work out simply due to the college system and the fact that my parents came from absolutely nothing in college to where they are now, financially. I would have gone to a certain public intitution in Alabama for free, but I wouldn’t have been happy there, and I don’t think that the culture of the school matches who I am.
I know it’s going to be a huge sacrifice for my parents to send me to school. But as they told me this morning over pancakes when they broke the news to me, I’ll have to put some skin in the game as well. I’ll have to do work-study. It’s going to take some work that we didn’t originally want to put in. But that’s ok, because I’m willing to do it. I’m not going to let my parents down.
Naturally, thank you to my parents. Thank you to my friends and community, who spurred me on. Thank you to my family, for your financial and emotional support. Thanks teachers and Rickards, for your education, opportunity, and letters of reccomendation. I won’t let you down.
But none of this would be possible without God. I’ve been praying (a lot more than usual, I must admit) that this college process of mine would work itself out the way He planned for it to, as have my parents. And when I missed those scholarships, I was pretty hurt. But I’ve been reading my Bible and praying that it would work out, and I think it has. Thank you God.
And now, the phrase I’ve been waititng to say for over a year:
I’m a Vanderbilt Commodore.