Day 7: I’m studying finance with a minor in government and politics. It took me a while to get to that point. When I was a senior in high school, I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to major in international business and possibly minor in caribbean studies. But of course because I am the smartest person in the world, I attend a university that does not have my dream major. So I tried to figure what I really wanted to do. Here’s the series of mid-life crises: Economics, Marketing, Management, Finance, Gov and Pol, Sports Management, Finance, Sports Management, Sports Management, Finance. I’m really indecisive. But I think I got shit figured out now. Hopefully.
Day 6 - I’ve had interesting roommates/floormates my two years living at STJ. Freshmen year…… Well it started with the “St. Vincent Vixens.” The term was coined by one girl and then hyped up by another. Looking back at it, it was stupidly retarded. There was no one, myself included, that resembled a ‘Vixen.’ We were just the loud, typical black and ghetto group. I got kicked out and in retrospect, that was the best rejection of my life. I loved my roommates, Mo and Alicia. I think it’s because we got along so well. Granted we said 8 words a week to each other, everything just worked. We were pretty much the only room with no conflict, no violations, no drama. We were amazing together. Now, I’m an RA so I live with some rambunctious ass freshmen. But they will never top my year. Never.
Day 5: My bestest friend I met at STJ is Miss Joanne Richmond. I am absolutely in love with this chick, it’s insane. I don’t remember how I met her. I remember seeing her at our first floor meeting and then that was kinda it. Then the “Vixens” came to be. Then I got the boot. Long story. Then I don’t know. But I love Jo-Jo. When I first met her and we exchanged numbers, I put her in my phone as ‘My Conscience.’ That’s exactly what she is. She keeps me grounded and makes sure I don’t do anything stupid or regretful. Even if I don’t always listen. All she wants is for me to happy. And on top of that, she is the only one I can stupid with. And wild out at the clubs with. She left me this semester, but hopefully Spring 2012 will be the Semester of Jhanelle and Joanne.
Day 4 - The best party experience I’ve had so far? Hmm….well let’s see. I mean, for me, I always have a good time. If there’s music playing, I’m bound to be whining up my waist in my own little world. But I think that Mangoville this year was amazing. We usually go to Mink, which is STJ Prom. But Mangoville has mad heads from outside the STJ bubble, so it’s not the same ol’ same ol’, ‘aren’t you in my theology class,’ bullshit like Mink. Zeke didn’t dj a full set. They had some bomb ass reggae and dancehall that Laritta and I killed. I looked cute. I felt cute. I was with my girls. Bagged this nigga Mike. Mangoville > Mink. Any day of the week.
Day 3: I technically live away from home. I dorm on campus so I’m not home, per say. But Queens is an hour away from home. 45mins on a good day. So I’m closer than all my friends here. Especially Fabe, coming from Italy. This nigga. But, move-in day was nevertheless emotional. Me and my mom cried when she hugged me goodbye. I was scared. I was alone. I had the top-bunk. I hung out with my roommates and suitemates the first night. Met my current boyfriend that night. It was rough being away from home. I do wish I went further away. I feel like I could’ve had a more rounded experience going to a different state. I guess we’ll never know.
Day 2: I am currently attending St. John’s University in Queens, NY. This place….is an interesting place to say the least. What makes my school special? The St. John’s Swindle. They draw you in and suck you dry. I mean we are a metropolitan private catholic school. It’s bound to be expensive. But the amount you will owe from your freshman year to your sophomore year, might make you wanna rob a bank or some shit. I like my school. And the people who go here. And the opportunities that I don’t seem to truly take advantage of. We’re a D1 school. Let us pray for our basketball team. They’re gonna need it. We are a HBCU on the low. Parties are….live. It’s like prom, everybody all dressed going out to the same place, and somebody might be pregnant at the end of the night. STJ is cool. I thought I would hate it. Shit, my original plan was to stay here for the semester and transfer down to Howard. But I stayed. Smart choice.
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!
