I wouldn’t be true to myself if I did not post about my amazing weekend… it would just be completely unorthodox if I simply posted a few pics to Facebook and kept it moving. And so, in light of my traditional “writing-about-everything” self, I’d like to reintroduce myself to you all.
I am Mrs. Arnetta Gordon, BS.
I don’t even know where to begin. This journey has taken such a long time. It has not been an easy feat by far but I am here today as the proud recipient of a Bachelors of Science Degree in Secondary Education with a concentration in English.
Coming from a childhood filled with heartaches and disappointment, I was lucky enough to find a love for reading which kept me out of a lot of trouble. It’s really funny because although reading kept me out of A LOT of trouble, I still managed to get into a heck of a lot of other trouble that bad attitudes and slick mouths cannot refrain from. But that’s another story for another time. lol
I was always a very smart girl… with a HUGE attitude to match my huge brain. Frankly, I had a chip on my shoulder that countless church visits, prayers, and holy oil couldn’t get rid of. I grew up with a deep seeded anger that most children who feel abandoned and unloved often experience. But in spite of my anger and aggression, my grandmother loved me sooooooooo much— and spent so much time at my junior high school talking to administrators about this love. Don’t Judge Me.
I was never a straight A student— especially not conduct wise— but things just came naturally for me. This education thing was smooth sailing. I was blessed with the ability to understand what other students my age had trouble with. I was in Algebra 2 and Chemistry by 9th grade, Pre-Calculus by 10th grade, and bored as hell with school by 11th grade. Nevertheless, I graduated high school with a 4.3 unweighted GPA along with the true intent of attending college, graduating in 4 years, and beginning my career.
Somewhere between 11th and 12th grade I got veeeeeeery lazy… I realized a lot of colleges wanted essays for their applications and I opted not to apply because I didn’t want to write a gazillion essays.
Yes, ME, the blogger, poet, and essay-er did not want to write college application essays.
Stupid, right? Tell me about it. SMH
I ended up at USF— a school I didn’t really care for but opted to attend because they didn’t make me write an essay. My transcript and test scores were all exceptional and so, I became a resident of good ol’ boring Tampa, Fl. I made straight As my first semester— and then I packed up my 4.0 GPA and came back to Miami. Worst experience EVER in the history of college experience. Yes, Tampa was boring as hell. Yes, I began to regret my decision to attend shortly after stepping foot on campus. BUT I had every intention of “thugging it out” for the next 4 years. Like an inmate, I planned to do my bid at this one institution and go home with a degree in hand.
However, the financial aid gods had an entirely different story for poor little ol’ me.
Since my aid would not be available in time, and my family claimed broke-ness, I ended up back in the home of The First 48. Some would later say I came back for my darling husband… but that just isn’t accurate. Fortunately, my husband (then boyfriend) knew how special I was and practically followed me to Tampa so there was no reason to go back to Miami “for” him. I honestly went back because I could not stay.
Could not and would not are words that do not have identical meanings regardless of their ability to rhyme with one another.
And so the real fun began…
I gave birth to my beautiful daughter in 2006. I had an equally natural and painful beautiful birth with my son in 2007. I married my high school sweetie in 2009. I started the Miami Young Wives Club (now Young Wives Club) in 2010.
I attended so many schools over the years…
Miami Dade College—
Colorado Technical University—
And I think I had a course or two at FIU.
I ended up leaving them all for various reasons… mostly beyond my control but mainly because that is just the way my story was written. My health did a few somersaults and I ended up fighting kidney stones while pregnant with my son. Ouch. I knew going online would be my best option and finally I enrolled at Union Institute & University in May of 2011.
This journey has not been easy. While others were out enjoying their early twenties, being carefree, living home with mommy and daddy— I was a mother, a wife, and a full time student. I learned to juggle my responsibilities. I worked full time, went on field trips with my munchkins, cooked dinner, cleaned house, and
made sweet love to my husband.
Ok, wait— that was TMI.
But I said that to say this… I have learned so much from this journey. I used to be upset with the way my life was. I got into so so so so so many heated arguments about why things were the way they were… until finally, I accepted my journey for what it was— MINE.
I am so thankful I have had my husband by my side during this journey. If I was a single mom doing this, I do not think I would have made it. Countless times he has taken over and cooked, cleaned, helped the kids with their homework, rubbed my feet, ran my bath water— just everything you expect Superman to do. Even during our rough times, he has been an encouraging voice during my countless times of doubt and pure exhaustion. My student teaching experience, though enlightening, was very tiring. I went to the school of my internship from 7am until 220 and then worked from 3pm to 9pm. Then I came home, sometimes cooked, all the time showered lol, and fell asleep while doing homework. There have been so many times I thought about throwing in the towel and pursuing a future where a degree wasn’t required— but each time he heard me saying this he encouraged me to keep going. It may have not been the most pleasant conversations at that time but darn it they were needed! And it worked because I finished!
My grandmother is the first person I owe the most thanks to. She didn’t have to raise my sisters and I. Very rarely do you hear about the PATERNAL grandmother stepping up but she did. She took us in when I was 9 years old and has been 100% supportive of my dreams ever since. My grandmother is the rock on which I have stood for so many years… and it just makes me so extremely happy to know that I was able to give her that moment of pride yesterday.
Seeing my parents in the audience yesterday was so heartwarming. Seeing my MOTHER was just the icing on the cake. I scanned the crowd for her and didn’t see her at first but when I scanned again and saw her in all of her blonde hotness waving frantically in my direction I teared up. My mommy actually made it. I tell this story and some people are confused by my response… but you don’t know my mama. You all don’t know my parents. My mom and dad have NEVER witnessed my graduation… they were both equally absent from my high school graduation and I won’t even mention primary years. And although I invited them both, I honestly DID NOT expect them both to show up.
I thank God for pleasant surprises.
I thank God for my amazing cousins who came to dinner with me and spoke life over me at the table— inspiring me to keep pushing for greater. I am forever thankful for my family members who came to the graduation to witness this moment and share in this celebration with me. I am thankful that those who helped shape me into the woman I am today were all present and I couldnt find one issue with yesterday!
So where do I go from here?
To infinity and beyond…
I’ve already begun to scope out Masters programs…
And I must agree with my cousin, Sharlee Peabody, Miss Master’s Degree herself, when she said
“Dr. Gordon has a nice ring to it”.
This is just the beginning and since I have FINALLY accomplished this goal, I am more confident in my ability to do everything I set my mind to.
I am ready to conquer the world!!!