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End of the Misfortunes

And so all the letters have arrived.

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London, England; United Kingdom. 

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Newcastle Upon Tyne, England; United Kingdom.

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New York City, New York; United States of America.

My name is Regnah. Some of you may know that I was applying to continue further studies in Fall 2011. After a lot of work and an insane amount of university protocols I’ve received word from all 5 universities I applied for with, both, good and bad news. However, I’ve been able to see the good in the situation, as I’ve learned more than… well, more than I wish to write about right now. After the blow of not being admitted into University of Southern California, and after crying my eyes out after being denied admission into Columbia University, I was suddenly very, very aware that being rejected from a PhD Program was very, very real. And very, very likely. I secretly wished for all 5 universities to accept me into their program, and having received the response of the first two universities, both saying no, I quickly became worried. But I carried on with my hopes, though I tried to not place them too high up, and continued praying for the best. Back in mid-April, when I was in Europe with my students, on one Barcelona afternoon I checked my email. The first piece of good news had arrived.

University College London ranks as the #4 top university in the world, higher than MIT, than Columbia (*blows raspberry*), than Oxford. World-renowned for its innovative research, its great student diversity, its inter-disciplinary education, and its excellent academic standing, UCL had accepted me into their Doctoral Program at their School of Architecture: The Bartlett, to commence my PhD in September 2011.

Within a month’s span the first admission, I heard back from the remaining two universities, and I was quite excited to read that I had been successful. Northumbria University is an up-and-coming university in northern England, in a city called Newcastle Upon Tyne, that is currently blossoming in their research areas. Like UCL, Northumbria had looked favorably upon my application and emailed me with their acceptance to begin Doctoral studies in early September 2011. I was also happy when Parsons The New School for Design, let me know that they had granted me admission into their campus as well. Located in exciting New York City, Parsons is currently one of the most famous design and fashion universities in the United States, and they had accepted me into their very prestigious Fashion Marketing Program. 

I’ve been thinking about my decision, about which university I’d en up choosing. It’s funny how competitive it is to get accepted into these schools, and in the end, if they accept you, you are the one who puts them in competition with each other. Parsons was the only one who gave me Financial Aid, and from their $60,000 tuition, they were kind enough to give me a whopping $1,500 scholarship. I’m blown away. Really.

Everyone’s very happy for me, and I’m very proud of what I’ve accomplished. On most days I think “What did I get myself into?”. Other days I think “How did this end up happening?” All these options, man, all these options. Also, it’s been a period of “goodbyes” and I’m not looking forward to the next goodbyes that are to come. My partner in crime, Seasull, has left the island after having finished her thesis and is currently in Miami, as of a few days back. I’ve said goodbye to her, and with those goodbyes came a stream of memories of the past 3 years, memories that are gone, but will forever live in me because they’ve molded me into the person that I am now. Her misfortunes also seem to be over (You may follow her on her tumblr blog http://thelovevlyandunlovelyweather.tumblr.com/) . I’ve said my goodbyes to my students at Masis, and some of them even cried. I had to control myself to hold back the tears as I said goodbye to my 7th graders. I knew this would happen, I’m a cryer, I cry over these things. What I would never have anticipated was that after all the Misfortune of the July-January 2010 period, I would have ended up more blessed than I can possibly express. The reason I ended up in Masis in the first place was because of the 2010 Misfortunes and it just goes to remind me that no bad lasts forever and that everything indeed does have a purpose. Working with the students for these past months has been the most rewarding experience of my life, and I couldn’t have imagined, I had no idea… that these kids had so much love to give.

They continuously smile, no matter what you throw at them. Even if I would have been very rough on them, they would still greet me; they would still talk to me on facebook chat; they would still make jokes to me; they would still tell me “you’re my favorite teacher”; they would still call me “Teacher Epic” and “Regnah the Great”; they would still chant my name; they would still ask me for my phone number and invite me to the movies; no matter how poorly they might have done on a test or quiz or how badly I would scold them when they did something wrong, they would still make me feel like I was in their hearts. And the beauty in that gesture can only be taught by kids, and the beauty in that gesture can only be truly appreciated if you’ve lived to experience it. At the end of the semester, some of them asked for my phone number so we could text back and forth, and although I am very private about that, I obliged to their request. Because at the end of the day, I miss them and don’t wish to lose them. Ever. Because these kids have completely won me over, and I’m a better person for it.

Now that all this is over, I can’t help but thank my students at Masis for loving me and for allowing me to love them in return, because it can’t be stressed enough that these kids… gave me back my life. They gave me back happiness. I’m better because of them, and it’s ironic that people call me “Teacher”, when in fact it’s these kids who have taught me. Knowing now that the reason for such misery during my Misfortunes was to prepare me for the endless love and amounts of happiness I received during these past months, I would go back and do this all over again. The Misfortunes were worth it, without them I wouldn’t have found my pot of gold and I wouldn’t have appreciated the details of my current life. The Misfortunes shaped and prepared me.

I’m scared to say that my days of Daring Misfortunes are over, but I think it’s okay (and I owe this to myself) to say that they are… for now; and even though I know that they WILL be coming back in any given point in time, I plan on enjoying the ride during this period of my life. If I could tell my Daring Misfortunes one thing, it would be: As hard as you were on me, I have no ill feelings towards you. I am in no rush to meet up with you in the immediate future, but whenever it is that you decide to come back into my life, I’m more certain than ever that I’ll be there to greet you headstrong, because even though you’re a BITCH the one thing that I’m sure of… is that you’ll be gone before we know it.

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I’ll be following you all via a new, not-so-daringly-misfortunate blog that I’m very much looking forward to:: http://regnah.tumblr.com Gros bisous par tous. 

-Regnah





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From a recent music video I did cinematography on. I took a quick photo before we moved the lighting.

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From a recent music video I did cinematography on. I took a quick photo before we moved the lighting.

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Jinja Safari after secret garden festival.

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Jinja Safari after secret garden festival.

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