Imani Harris
Imani Harris is a freshmen at Northwestern University in the Medill School of Journalism and is excited about being able to stay in tune with the 482Youth group by using the skills she is learning at school to help edit their work.
According to the state of Michigan, my high school education did not matter to them, because it wasn’t a right.
It didn’t matter when I spent my first semester of freshman year without a French teacher.
My first year of college was...a rough ride. I had just graduated from my city’s number one school, and all of a sudden I was attending a top ten university. My life was a whirlwind, and I was taken aback by how quickly things happened. I had applied to Northwestern University pretty late in the game, and didn’t put much thought into it after looking at their acceptance rate -- TWELVE PERCENT. I figured I wouldn’t get in, but saw no harm in trying, especially because my school had given me free application vouchers. But then, I did get in, and things took off from there. After a visit, some calls, and some VERY hefty scholarships, I decided I’d attend the school. Nothing could have prepared me for my first year though. 
Or when I spent my entire sophomore year without an English teacher. Or all the times I had to share books with anywhere from 2-4 other students because we didn’t have enough.
10/24/2019
07/25/2019
My first day of high school I ate lunch in the bathroom—or at least I tried to. I walked into the bathroom, sat on the sink, and attempted to eat my cheese sticks while I wondered why I couldn’t just be a regular kid. Girls walked in and out, frowning at me and laughing with their friends. I was embarrassed, but I knew that this embarrassment was much better than what awaited me in the intimidating lunchroom.
