Sophomore Slumber...

Well #sophomore year... you learn a lot, or should I say you learn MORE. Personally, when I think of sophomore year, I think of my own personal hell. If you're reading this and you had the best sophomore year ever, keep scrolling- or stay and read a different perspective (fun fact: that's how you learn & grow).

For my people who had a shitty sophomore year- sit down, grab a glass, light a j- this one's for you. I'm going to tell you the story of my sophomore slumber.

Going into sophomore year, I thought I was ready to settle down and be more of an "adult"... and that was a cute idea in the moment, but I took on a lot of responsibilities I wasn't ready for. One example would be the #RA position.

If you're reading this and you know me, then you know exactly what I mean. For those who have no idea who I am, let me break it down for you: I AM TOO LIT FOR THAT.

No really, I loved the job, and the staff I had was amazing, but the job just wasn't for me, especially with everything that transpired sophomore year.

Now, I had this leadership position, another job on top of that and school. In the midst of all this, my #YouTube channel emerged (check it out, if you haven't already). I was juggling so much and thought I could handle it all- which I did, at first.

Just like my RD Dom said, "#burnout is real", and I couldn't have been more burnt out. Think about it, I had these responsibilities on top of my social life- which just made it 10 times harder.

I know, I sound like I'm complaining but bear with me here.

First semester, I was placed with a random roommate, who was also black, which made me very excited. I was going to live with a random person, but at least they were black! I thought my living situation would be the last of my problems, but it ended up being my biggest. I thought since her and I were both black, we would hit it off and even integrate friends, but the opposite happened. I would have people over, and she wanted to have the apartment noise and people free, especially at night time. That made us clash, because my place of residence will ALWAYS be a place for my friends, but she didn't get that. I was confused, shocked, and even mad, but in the end I realized this: not all black people are the same. If you're going to take away one thing from this post, let it be that.

Although that was stressful, my RD was willing to accommodate to both of our needs and find a solution that worked for the both of us. This led to me moving out and living with one of my best friends, which I thought was going to be amazing.

Second semester rolls around, and if you thought first semester was bad... second semester was hell. I went through a lot of personal issues, that I never thought I would. People say "suffering builds character", but I would say the opposite- it hurts your character, which is why your character always changes after you suffer. You can build your character without suffering, but people don't like to talk about that aspect. Suffering #forces you to change your character so that you don't suffer again- and that's where i'm at.

If you are someone who is ashamed, embarrassed and hurt- I see you. Sit down, grab a glass, light a j and let's #unpack all the shit life has to offer.