Welcome To My Downfall.

Day 1: My first choice was Howard University in Washington, D.C. I left my heart on their campus. My family and I went on a tour there towards the beginning of my senior year. Had to have been late September, early October. It was raining and it was nasty out, but that did not take away from the love I had for that school. It’s a HBCU (Historically Black College/University) and I loved the legacy behind it. I loved the comradery and the overwhelming school spirit. They had my major and an amazing business program. The amount of connections I could get from going to Howard. Could’ve already been a Delta. Did I mention the infamous Howard Homecoming? Where do I go to school, you ask? Bitchass St. Johns. I wasn’t rejected from Howard. I just didn’t get financial aid. Naggers. But STJ is cool though. They suck you in with free application/no essay and then swindle you for your first born. But I’ve met some dope people here who are helping me grow as a person. I’ve learned more from them than from the non-English speakers STJ chooses to hire as professors. I always wonder what I would be like if I went to Howard. Probably black and ratchet. Maybe it was better being here. I wish I would’ve left NY sometimes. But it’s all good. GO STORM!