Home stretch

It's the home stretch people. Bases aren't loaded anymore. I've gotten through freshmen, sophomore, junior and half of my senior year. In four months, I'm going to wave good-bye to college and wave wats uppppppppp to the real world! And honestly, I don't know if I'm ready. I mean yeah, my professors have given me the necessary tools and equipment that I need to survive out there, but I don't know if I've soaken them all in yet. I'm only 21, and when I graduate, I'm going to be competing in a very competitive market up against more experienced and more prestigous canidates, and that terrifies the hell out of me. I hate wondering if they were taught something that I wasn't, or if my decision to go to a HBCU was a fatal move that could possibly make or break my future. But I try to tell myself that, it's not always about what I know or where I was educated, but it's also about how passionate I am about what I do and how "I" choose to transform that into success. I also try to remember that I've been mentored and crafted by amazing editors, writers and reporters, who all believed in me.

So I guess it's time for me to believe in myself. No more of "The Little Engine that could". I need to be "The Little Engine who WILL.