When I was 11-years old, a family friend gave me a diary for my birthday. I was in the 6th grade.
I believe her impetus for the gift was a school paper that I had to write about the barn owl. I went all out with my creativity. I fashioned my assignment into a small book made of construction paper that was folded in half and stapled down the center into a sort of spine. I drew pictures of barns and barn owls and moons and grass, and I wrote detailed captions for each illustration.
I used my diary to unburden my heart of a crush that I had on a girl at school. I didn’t stalk her, but I certainly watched her. There she was – walking to the cafeteria; sitting at her desk; standing with other girls at the hallway lockers. I was smitten, until I was embarrassed.
I had accidentally left my paper confidant somewhere, and someone found it. That same day, they published my secrets by word of mouth. This incident humiliated me to such an extent that I haven’t kept a diary or journal since. At least, not until now.
I started this website to document my journey through Morehouse College, as a non-traditional student. Here, in this place, in this time, I find myself navigating a generation that is a galaxy away from my own; they are even a moon’s throw from my two daughters’ generation. These young men (Morehouse is an all-male college) are, in some ways, alien: their pastimes, opinions, and interests. Within the first six-weeks of my matriculation, I have experienced comedy, drama, and disappointment. This digital notebook is where I plan to nurse my moods.
Life is a story. This section – ABOUT – is the “why” of this site. These entries might amuse you; they might motivate you; they might distract you from riding the subway. In either case, we will be space travelers together, as I search, and will undoubtedly discover, my own likeness in my Morehouse brothers. àṣẹ