On Saturday, I graduated from college.

It’s surreal. I still feel like tomorrow I have to go to class and take a test…but that’s not the case. I’m fucking DONE. It’s a big relief to say the least, as you can tell by the tired look on my face.

I know, I know, it says ‘09 on my tassel because I lost my fucking tassel (don’t ask…long story)…and that was all they had left. Fucking university bookstore. Yeah, stuff like that ALWAYS happens to me and it WOULD happen to me on a big day. But after awhile, I didn’t give a care, because all I wanted was to do was hear my name, hear the cheers of my family (my mom, aunt and cousin were SO loud…Black women = lungs of steel) walk across that stage and get that diploma (well, the fake diploma) and sit my happy ass down and feel proud of myself for surviving and learning for five years.

It was the craziest day, but I felt like I have finally crossed the marathon finish line, holding my arms up like Jesse Owens and stuff. It feels great, hence why I’m beaming. I’m done with round one of my life, now onto round two.