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.