I wrote this post yesterday on the plane and it was, hands down, one of the most depressing things I've ever written. So...I'm gonna start from scratch. Unless you don't know me or never go on social media, you probably know that I just graduated from Boston University last week.
I was super excited to go back to Boston for graduation but once I got there, I realized that the end was here. That sounded super ridiculous but you get the picture. My 3 years of college had flown by and were ending right before my eyes. It was a weird feeling when I got off the plane because I knew that I wouldn't be back on campus as a student. As much as I dreaded the cold weather and sometimes hated the shit out of my classes, it was always a relief to be back in Boston. Coming from Miami, it was refreshing to be around non-judgmental people who are open minded and intelligent.
It might be hard to imagine, but in Miami I'm not always surrounded by smart people. I know, you're all shocked. Haha jokes.. For the most part, I grew up around racist Hipanics who are so closed minded and idiotic that they made Justin Bieber seem smart. Needless to say, I had to get out of there and I'm really glad I chose Boston. Boston is a city crawling with intelligent and interesting creatures and I could be whoever I wanted to be there. Not gonna lie, I missed my loud, rude ass Miamians from time to time but getting out and exploring New England was the best decision I've ever made. Too many young people get stuck in Miami and it's a shame because living somewhere else will tell you a lot about yourself. If there are any high schoolers reading this, I encourage all of you to go to college in a city that isn't your own. Take the risk and get out of your house. Hate it or love it, you'll come back a more independent person and that never hurt anyone.
Back to Boston. My first year was an adjustment period. When I got to BU it felt like sleep away camp for the first few months. I've never been to sleep away camp but I think I've watched enough movies to confidently make that assessment. So sleep away camp, then the classes were pretty easy, then I made a little group of friends, and did most of the stupid freshman shit that everyone does. Freshman year was okay but I knew I wanted more out of college. Stupidly, I wanted the college you see in the movies. I was a freshman, give me a break.
Sophomore year, I moved to South Campus (for all your non-BUers- South is the best and most lax place to live cus all the cool kids live there- it's also digusting). I finally had a job that didn't suck at the GSU (shout out to all my Mavens! and I restacked books at the library for a while before that) and I tried to make more friends and be a little bit more outgoing. Sophomore year is when I met my soulmate and the gay love of my life, Joey. He was in my first Prod 1 movie and that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Sophomore year I also finally started taking production classes and shit that related to my major. I discovered that my true calling was television thanks to an awesome Understanding TV professor (shout out to Prof Jaramillo) and I was finally getting what I wanted out of BU. This year was pretty great. Lots of dancing and visitors made this year awesome. Sophomore year ended on a tough but awesome note, barely finishing a Prod 2 film with my group and putting on a pretty kick ass performace of Spring Awakening. Sadly, my best friend at BU transferred back home and wouldn't be coming back to BU for our junior year. This was bad news for me but my junior/senior year, still ended up being my all time favorite time at BU.
Junior/Senior year was academically, the easiest and socially, the most fun. I somehow pulled off straight A's in the fall semester even though I spent 80% of my time drunk. Wednesday nights became my token drinking nights since I had no class Thursday or Friday. I'd coerce my poor friend, Mariana, into drinking with me all the time and I spent more time drunk in her quad than I did in my own apartment. We have more drunken selfies then anyone I know and this bitch became one of my best friends at BU. Before I move on, I'd like to formally apologize to her roommates for being so loud and annoying. Let me talk about academics for a bit. My Prof, Micheal Loman, convinced me that not only did I want to go into television but I wanted to go into writing for television. Enough about academics. This semester, I was randomly placed with the most kick ass roommate a girl could ask for. Diana, if you're reading this, you are the shit. Fall semester of my junior/senior year, I feel like I really came into my own (I've never used this expression) and had tons of fun. I got closer with people from work as well as Trina (who you've heard about) and my two babies Joey and Mariana. Leaving Boston in December really sucked because I felt like I was finally having the college experience that I always wanted and it was ending too quickly. It wasn't fair but I knew that LA would be awesome.
You all know how much fun I had in LA and how I made a sweet ass group of friends. If you don't read my first post in this blog cus I don't wanna bore the others with this again. LA was awesome and I'm moving there asap. Moving on.
Junior/Senior year was so much fun that naturally, I didn't want to graduate. I wanted to get my diploma but I still have accepted the fact that I won't be a BU student anymore. I'll never get to complain about stupid new BU policies or shitty dining hall food again. While everyone was posting their schedules for next semester on Facebook, I was applying to jobs and mourning the end of my college career. I don't know where I'll be living in 2 weeks and part of me wishes it'd be in my shitty apartment in South. Don't get me wrong, I am excited at the prospects of being a real adult and getting my own place but I'm scared to move on with my life. The next few weeks will be vital to my future and we'll see where the world takes me. As of now, I plan on leaving to LA on or around May 30th. I have no money, job or apartment but dammit I won't let that stop me. I have faith that I'll be able to find something and I know that someday I will fulfill my dream of writing for television.
I can't end this post without talking about some regrets I have about my time at BU. I regret not going out to Allston more and witnessing the ratchetness first hand. A lot of people have a ton of Allston stories, I have a few that none of you will ever hear. Don't ask. I regret not paying attention in my Beaches and Shores class. It was my only C+ in class and it pisses me off every time I see Bitches and Slores on my transcript...Okay sorry, I don't and will never regret this. I had a blast making fun of Big Bird (our Prof whose name I never learned) with Mariana in this class and I'll take my C+, I deserved way worse. My last actual regret is not meeting a lot of you guys sooner. I met so many of my now good friends at the end of my college career and that's what I regret the most. We didn't have enough time together and hearing how we could have met sooner if I just talked to you in class or if I joined this group instead of that is frustrating. Luckily, a lot of you will be moving to LA eventually, so it could be worse. Just hurry up and move in with me sooner. :)
For everyone that helped me out during these past 3 years, I'd like to say thank you and I'll never forget the impact you had on me. Professors, the good ones anyway, you were encouraging and awesome and I don't know what I would've done if I didn't have you all in my life to help me through tough times. Friends, you've shown me that the time you've known someone doesn't determine their place in your heart. I know I made some lifelong friends so while I'm sad I won't see them as often, I know that our friendship will remain strong through the years. Boston, you showed me that no one can break your spirit no matter how hard they try. The terrorists lost when the runners didn't stop running and when the people ran into the fire to help the others. These are the kind of people who inhabit this great city. On my way to the catch the T to the airport, I saw a a man hand Melvin (the homeless man in Kenmore) a bag of Qdoba, smile and walk away. In that moment, I couldn't have been prouder to say I was part of the Boston community for 3 years. Boston, I love you. Thanks for all the great memories, you've set the bar high. Let's hope the rest of my life can live up to my time at Boston University.
Peace out,
Yani
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