A letter from Apr 20, 2023

Dear FutureMe, Heyyy, Sunshine TV! Speaking of sunshine, I hope we still have our youtube channel! I hope to be reading this in good time of life. I expect to be stressed out because we will be studying and testing for entrance to a Physician Assitant school. Lord, willingly, I am still excited about this path, and I have truly found what makes me happy in life. Now onto this first year at UF. I am happy to report that we have not gone to any parties, taken any drugs, ingested any alcohol willingly, or had ***. Good job! We are still going to church and trying to finish reading our Bible. To recount this first semester at UF, I can look back and think of a good year. I am not going to lie. There were moments of FOMO and not being able to do stuff that our friends were doing. But I am better at it. Looking back on the first semester, we did get sick very often. It must have been God's plan because we needed to get in shape and go to the gym. I will never forget the food poisoning that happened at CHOMP IT in the spring semester of 23. WE WERE DOWN BAD. I'm still thinking about suing UF to this day. Besides dying at this horrific school, I was able to tap into my hobby of writing and produce a piece of work titled Project ****. I wonder if we will ever make it into an actual book. I really did love that writing class. I was surely romanticizing Sam. The challenge we faced was needing to feel more immersed in the culture of the college. Or at least finding a culture to fit into. I figured I dont have to, and it would come to me eventually if it was meant to be. I was anxious, surrounded by people who didn't look like me on campus. But Ismelie, Mylaidys, and now Stephanie, Indya, and Cynthia are keeping me grounded. It's hard going to class and always having a Ruby Bridges type of moment. Oh well, if a little girl can do it, then surely I can as well. Hopefully, UF will decide to make more scholarships to increase the chances of more minorities attending. An obstacle I overcame was the "healthy lifestyle." Thanks to the Intro to medical anthropology class we took in the fall, I understand the circumstances I was born into. I don't have the options to eat healthily, but I can make them even though the system of U.S. doesn't help me. I have made my way into being more healthy by buying a massive water bottle. Buying this water bottle at the beginning of fall has made me more confident in the little things. Having a gym at my disposal has improved my frequency of going to the gym, even if it's not all the time. Hopefully, we will be skinnier when we are reading this leader and more comfortable in our own skin. I have the academic goal of minoring in any degree. I want to look into a minor in creative writing or psychology. I feel like having a minor should give me more of a challenge and show others that I am bilingual but terms of degrees. A personal goal that I have is to be scuba certified and be an officer in a club. I hope that my time at UF will look wholesome, spiritually fun, adventurous, warm, and kind. I hope to be alive. I hope not to be addicted to anything. I hope to have no contact ever again with "he who shall not be named." I hope to abstain from *** until marriage. I hope to be engaged by the end of college. I hope to make connections that will prepare me for my future career and advance more than ever before. I hope to be ok, genuinely ok. PS- Get out of your comfort zone and stop being in your head. With God, we got this!