R.I.P Ms. OB you will forever be missed...

As many of you may already know, I love to write, I have a great admiration for it. You know, it would be really thrilling to work for NBC one day. Most of you might be wondering how I got my passion into writing and broadcasting. Well, today you will learn why. It will get very emotional for some of you reading, but for others, it won’t.

It all started my senior year in high school. I looked at my class schedule and noticed that I had a Radio TV Production class, it seemed very fun and interesting. When I got to that class I saw my teacher who was funny, energetic and mean.

I liked her, she always knew what she was talking about and always found a way to make her class laugh. From there on, I knew she and I would get along pretty fast. I just had that gut feeling. A couple of months into her class, she begged me to join African American club and of course I agreed because I’ve been in that club before, I loved it.

I can still see her smiling and giggling when she saw me walk through those doors of the club, her smile can make you feel very welcomed. We spent days and hours working together for school events like the Pep Rally or Spirit Week. It had got to the point where we even exchanged numbers to text and call each other. I actually can still hear her voice as she laughs through the phone, the text that always made me laugh.

A smile always crept up on my face even if I was upset or mad. She wasn’t only my teacher, but she was my best friend. If only I had the chance to tell her that.

She was one of a kind, she was different. If it wasn’t partially because of her, I don’t think I would’ve been in college, she was the one who wrote my recommendation letters. I still remember how she used to always tell me that I have high potential in whatever I want to become, especially as a journalist.

This made me think and really wonder how much writing and just being in front of the camera made me more confident and enthusiastic. I loved every part of it, even when she gave me the opportunity to go to NBC Studios and host my own late night show. Too bad Jimmy Fallon wasn’t there, but at least I got to do my show on his set, that was pretty cool. It was she who broke my shell and made me go chase after my dreams. I finally found my passion and what I was good at. She was my guardian angel, and always will be.

I was in my writing class when I got the text. My professor was teaching and I remember my eyes trying so hard not to shut because she kept talking too much. My mind kept blanking away, I couldn’t even hear what anybody else was talking about.

But then, I saw my phone lit up about billion times, I looked and I see all these messages from my friends. We were all in a group chat so I obviously got so many notifications. Usually I will read them all, but this time only one stood out to me. I read that message and thought it was a joke, I couldn’t really believe it at all.

I texted my high school counselor to check if it was true, and it was. The person who changed my life was gone, she went up to heaven. I felt warm tears filling up my eyes, my vision blurred, my heart was racing, I felt numb. It was then when I realized that I should’ve gone to see her at the hospital when I was told that she was really sick.

But I couldn’t because I was told about the situation the day before. I was going to text her that week to see her. It just blew me away because I was just told the day before that she was really sick and the next day she was gone, like that. I didn’t even get the chance to go say hi or even send a text. I cried for days, I didn’t even want to talk to anyone, I was lost in my own world.

Till this day, I still grieve over it because I didn’t get to say my last goodbye and see her smile once more. I wanted to go back to the high school and surprise her in her class, but it was too late. I never knew losing someone that close to you could hurt you and make you feel very empty. I didn’t know what to think, I felt like there was a huge pressure up against me that just ripped up my heart.

This news devastated me, but I knew what I had to do, and it was to keep doing what I am doing, to chase after my dreams. That is what she wanted me to do, and now I will not only do it for myself but for her too. She is watching me, I know she is, like always.

Losing someone close to you can be life changing, but sometimes you can’t keep grieving over it. Just because you stop being sad about it, it doesn’t mean you forgot about them. It just means that life is too short, you can’t bring that person back to life, all you can do at this point is to make them proud of who you are becoming.

Things will happen, but you can overcome them even if it takes a while, it is the process of healing and becoming stronger. She will always be in my heart and I will make sure to continue and achieve all my dream goals.