Steffany

I’m happy to be nearing the end of my semester. It’s been a trying time, mentally. It’s so crazy, to lose a friend some years back would’ve been this dramatic ordeal. Today, here I am relieved to let go of the empty baggage. If I’m not standing to gain anything in our friendship but I’m giving so much, then why am I keeping you around? I feel, for the first time in my life, that I’m stepping into my own as an adult woman. More and more every day, I’m shaping myself into the person I want to be and surrounding myself with people who want to uplift me. The black women who took me under their wing when I came onto this campus have continued to extend themselves. I’m going to miss them terribly when they’re gone. I understand the importance of having an advocate and forging a community in seemingly impossible circumstances, a sentiment that’ll only increase in Donald Trump’s America. I haven’t begun to speak on that, as I’m still in shock and denial! Until then… ♦