So often the question of personhood has intrigued me, who gets to define it, and by what standards. An only child from a single parent home, my identification, desires, needs were a reflection of the manifestations of my environment. My mother was a champion since birth. She is never too shy to speak the truth to power, always bold, and always beloved. She makes the most out of the least. For most, every child holds the belief that their childhood is normal. It was perfectly normal for me to believe that we were rich even though we lived in the middle of poverty, technically below poverty. I grew up having everything that I wanted, due in part to an amazing mother, but because my desires reflected the things that we could afford. I was never impressed by excess. We did not travel the world, but a trip to the NJ …show more content…
I admit. I spent most of my undergraduate career in distress, much of it self created. All the strengths that I acquired before stepping on campus, failed me. I allowed the grandiosity of being in college to overwhelm me. I allowed advisors, who did not know my strengths and weaknesses, to create schedules for me that I could not handle. Although, I thought I could psych myself into being able to handle them, it was a disaster. There are some moments in life that are so defining that you cannot miss them, even if you would will it. This was my moment. One day, I woke up and realized what life had been doing with me all along. I had a revelation of my value: to myself, my community, and to GOD. I am a flame of light. I was meant to light up the darkness, never to be overcome by it. My mistakes during my undergraduate career were not meant to stop me, but propel me with a greater understanding of my purpose. Education is continuous and one can never stop learning. This is my time. Sometimes we have to go around the same tree twice because we did not pick the fruit. I have to go back because I received my blooming, but I forgot to pick my