If you haven’t read Part 1 to this story, I highly suggest reading it now. For those sitting at the edge of their seats (or just curious) for what happens next, here we go.
When I was 16, the baby activist in me emerged. I write about this in detail in my next article, “The Moment I Became an Activist”. I was obsessed with anything socially conscious - music, readings, speakers and events. It was clear to me what I wanted to pursue in life. The intersection of music and activism. I decided that was going to be my focus in college - somehow & someway. In terms of where I wanted to go, it initially was “always New York”. I couldn’t rush to NY fast enough that last year of high school. I was certain that’s where I wanted my next chapter to start. But then I learned about Emerson College. And I went to visit the school. I fell in love with the radio station, the small size of classes, the location right on the Boston Commons and the fact that it was a specialized Media Arts school. Plus they would let me design my own major. I was sold.
I applied early admission to Emerson and Marist College. Marist being for the potential tennis scholarship (which they did wind up offering). But once Emerson accepted me - it was a wrap. I was headed to Boston to freeze my ass off.