Three summers ago, I was enrolled in a three-week course at Princeton University sponsored by JSA, (Junior Statesman of America) a civics education and leadership program, to study the American Political system as well as engage in debate and discussion. Several hundred juniors and seniors from schools praised for academic excellence all over the nation congregated at Princeton University for those three weeks—and it’s safe to say those were some of the best time of my life. We all lived in the Holder residency hall and with classes going on throughout the day and arduous studying at night, time set aside for socialization was limited. Nevertheless, my desire to meet new people had landed me great group of friends in the first few days all from very diverse backgrounds, and we tried our best to reconvene for meals at the famous Holder dining hall.
Two large wooden doors opened up to the Great Hall, which then attached to the cafeteria. 66, a Polish piece by Frédéric Chopin completely from memory. It was incredible, I looked the song up later and it turned out to be a six-page piece in C-sharp minor. The symphonic piece that demanded a rigorous attention for detail sounded flawless. After a standing ovation enused, another friend slid onto the bench and started playing a Beethoven piece of equal or greater difficulty. After that it was Bach, after that it was Handel and after that it was Mozart. Every adversity has an opportunity cloaked within; it is the actions we take in these times of hardships that define our outcomes. Soon enough, we all had to leave for class on different ends of campus and during my walk there, I called my mom.
I expressed to her my regrets for quitting piano and begged her to enroll me back in lessons. Luckily, she was just as thrilled as I felt about my drastic change of course and within a few short weeks, I was taking weekly lessons in the late summer that carried into the fall. Over the next two years, I worked to regain the memorization skills that I lost, and I put in extra time to learn, practice and perfect the songs the new songs that my teacher recommended for me. “Diamond! Hello”, she waved her tiny hand in my face to get my attention. “What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy over here?” She looked at me with a smirk on her face.
She knew exactly what I was doing but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she was right. “You look like you were staring at that boy over there”, she said. I rolled my eyes at her she was always trying to make something out of nothing. I was in front of this very tall muscular guy. “Excuse me”, I politely asked. It was so loud he could barely hear me. The room sounded like a jungle. The boy wouldn’t move and I was starting to get annoyed. I couldn’t believe what just happened. “Thanks”, I said shyly. My cheeks were beginning to burn. I knew that they had to be turning red by now.
Rakeem just turned around and walked away. Anyone would have done it. ” “Yeah but, did they do it though”, Monica questioned with a I told you so look on her face. Oh God how I hated when Monica was right. She would never let you forget it. “Whatever, can we go to class please? I have things to do”, I said getting highly annoyed. Jennifer walking into the room with a warm bright slime on her face. Yeah but I never understood why she let us all her by her first name. Normally people would think it was disrespectful to call your teachers by their first names. “Good morning class!” “Good morning”, everyone repeated in unison. Ms. I knew exactly who wrote the note, it was Tracy.
I didn’t even have to give it a second thought. I got up from my seat and went straight out the room no one even tried to stop me. I was rushing so fast it was like I was floating on air. Then all of a sudden I bumped into a wall. I had to get out of here before I did something I’d regret. I stormed out into the hallway where I was met by the nice security guard. “Hey sweetie, why aren’t you in class?” I kept walking not trying to hear a word she was saying. The sun kissed my skin as I pushed the big heavy door open. Oh God how I loved this feeling.
Yeah but there was this horrific sound coming from behind me. What was that? I shouldn’t turn around I should just keep going until I get home. I’m almost there just keep going. The sound behind me was starting to get worse as it got closer to me. Then, I heard a loud pop. My conscious was killing me, but I had to do what I needed too to save my future. One day when a friend came over to visit, he offered me a business preposition where I could be selling some drugs for him since the police could not have suspected that I am a peddler. So my friend gave me some weed to sell, but warned me if I ever lost his stuff it would be over for me.
At the beginning I felt selling drugs was a well-paying career and I was really proud of myself. During this period, I was only communicating with the people that wants the drugs. As I stumbled to my feet off the ice cold pavement, it was like the world was shaking. As my head throbbed, I reached into my pocket to get my phone. As I came to find out I had lost my friends weed, my weed, I realized I had two problems. I had one of the worst headaches and I was going to be a dead man. Basically, I had come to realize that life is not only a journey as it is always described, it is a lesson where we learn from the experiences that we go through and the people we meet.
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