Breathe Easy, You've Found Me ((HUGS))
People will wonder why this blog is needed, why minority midwifery student? It's very simple actually; I was looking for this blog...but I couldn't find it...so I created it. We all have unique experiences, and every experience, every story, can help someone else. I am a black girl from the hood at an ivy league professional school. That, alone, is reason enough to write. Somebody was looking for this blog. Someone wanted proof that what I'm doing can be done - even when you come from where we come from.
To that person especially, WELCOME.
It feels weird.
I'm roaming around the public library right now, trying to find something good to read.
I have tons of calls to make to try to get these loans into deferment on Monday.
I am slowly applying for jobs, but having no luck.
I can't believe I'm finished.
There is relief, but there is also panic.
Well, the celebration begins in...
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MinorityMidwiferyStudent graduates in a few days, but family begins arriving today... this minute actually... so the party officially starts now!
You're invited...
Party where you stand, sit, or lay...
Have a shot for me....
Hug yourself for me...
SCREAM for me...
BECAUSE WE DID IT!!!!
WOOHOO!!!!!
It's due today.
At noon.
I realized yesterday- on my unexpected 7 hour drive- that
the problem is that I would not/will not be unwillingly broken... tamed... molded... groomed.Not then, not now, hopefully not ever.
Hopefully I will continue to be me- whoever that is- until they lay me in the ground.
Whatever cultural/academic assimilation occurs, it will be with my consent. Of course there are bits of you that are lost before you even realize... and some socialization is inevitable, and good... but this machine does not get to swallow me whole.
My self-awareness is like a broken cog in the wheel and they're trying to fix their machine.
I understand.
Purgatory.
At least I'm closer.
I'm in hell.
Seriously.
But I will soon be leaving for heaven.
