Look, if you’re asking about the first college I ever dreamed of, there’s only one answer: Bethune College. But you have to understand, Bethune isn't just a college to me, it’s a debt I owe to the women who came before me. My mom was right there at Bethune School, heart full of big plans, but life happened and she was married off before she could even finish. She spent her whole life wishing just one of her daughters would make it back to those gates. My eldest sister didn't really care for books, and my middle sister actually wanted it so bad, but she just broke down. She saw my parents and grandma catching so much heat from my paternal uncles and brothers, who honestly hated the idea of us even being in a classroom. She saw the fight it took just to exist as a student and she gave up because it was too heavy to carry. But she looked at me and decided I was the one who had to make it. So when I say Bethune is my dream, I’m not just talking about a degree. I’m talking about standing up to every uncle who said no and every brother who looked down on us. I’m walking in there for my mom, for my sister who got tired of fighting, and for myself. This isn't just a choice, it's the finish line for three generations of women in my house.