This has been a decade that has been overall a ordeal I had to march through. To begin, back in 2010 noodle went from Sophomore to Junior in Highschool. It was around that time my mother was diagnosed with cancer of the uterus after suffering pain. In around about way, I feel some in my family point the finger at me that she didnt go to the doctor once she was chewing on acetaminophen and ibuprofen daily to avoid 'costs to prevent me from going to catholic school.'

Fast forward to 2011, she goes for a experimental treatment which basically cut out her female sex, and parts of her large and small intestines. She refused to go to a rest home to recover leaving my poor dad and me to take care of her with her vaccum pump (that failed every day) and change her colostomy and urostomy bags. I didnt want to be near her because of the smell, and to this day I regret that.

Then as the month of December was starting, my dad rush her to the hospital when she stop producing urine and I was to take care of myself to go to school. I had a bad feeling what was coming. It was made worse when I got called to the office. I was leaving school with my dad to the hospital where my aunt and my mom's parents were. At around 11pm my world shatter... she was gone.

Needless to say I went insane for about a week. Nothing violent or destructive physically but to this day I feel the mental distruction I inflicted on myself to this day. I slept my days away refusing to eat save bread and water. It was one of the darkest times of my life. However, even in the darkest hours, even the smallest light can seem to burn the brightest.

In my depressed state I received my acceptance letter from the college of pharmacy after I interviewed them the month prior. I was the first round of accepted students. Then my school pulled together and invited us back to not only hold a ceremony for my mother but to give my father and I a gift basket of money and gift cards they raised to help us. They also gave both of us hugs, and I mean every single person in that school.

Fast forward to 2012, I join the university and push myself the hardest doing band and classes to meet a 3.0 gpa. Come winter I crashed and burned. I tried to keep myself busy but with winter freezing my ability to work and leaving me in my room I began to crumble from the loss of my mother once again. But I met Darius that year and began our relationship which would come official next year.

2013-14 were years I pushed on through still tripping here and there but in 2015 I was kicked out of the university for half a year because I failed a class by 1 point. The bitch was a sexist piece of shit. Hated every man on sight. So I took that time to get educated and become a pharmacy technician.

2015 I returned and pass the class with a much higher grade when my gender was not factored into my grade. (The teacher that failed just so happen to quit that year before I started).

2016-2018 were big pushes to get through my modules. I also got professional help to finally deal with my loss and mental disabilities. I was earlier diagnosed with extreme testing anxiety and had to get speical accommodations for tests. This was also the year I got to do capstone and gear up for rotations except...

I was accused of plagiarism in a group make believe project of a pharmacist business. The cause? A commonly used HIPPA form used by nearly every institution in Ohio. I wanted to fight it tooth and nail but my team fought with each other and attacked me for wanting to fight it. So we settled on a F for that part of the project that I worked on. Needless to say I was fuming as this caused me more headaches as that F made me fail my GPA by 0.03 points.

This is when I struck back and hard at the university to let me take summer courses to redeem my gpa and allow me to take rotations. I had a little ace in the hole. One that the Univeristy gave me and didn't realize I was going to hold them at point blank range to their forehead. For as you remember I had a disability, one that their councilors gave me because I had extreme anxiety. While I may of not made a direct threat the administration understood that if they rejected me from literally giving them money to fix the problem, I could (and I would of) sued them under violation of the American's with Disabilities Act with a lawyer licking their lips at the chance to take their institution to court. Thankfully we didnt have to test the theory of lawsuit, because they let me take my classes and rotations.

2018 to 2019 was the literal capstone to my college life. I finished my rotations and graduated as a Doctor of Pharmacy. I failed my first attempt at the NAPLEX and then passed it along with my law test to become officially a pharmacist. Now here I stand bruised and sore from this decade's swings and hits. But I made it. Now to turn towards 2020 and prepare for what comes next.

Happy New Years everyone, see you in the 20s!