Basking in the unknown glory of I. Coming to accept and own the power I possess, Power of Words, that is. POW is me. What a week of miracles this has been, I am beyond Blessed. The way of the world and I are finally in tune. I couldn't be more proud of myself to know that I can truly succeed anything as long as my heart is in it. I finally did it! I am done with high school ;)... the best part is, being able to cross the stage was and still is a surprise, I never saw it coming. I wrote a 4-page statement in an hour and half, explaining why I should cross the stage and the committee had but no other choice than to honor all my accomplishments. I DID IT. Not anyone else... and come to think of it, everything through-out high school was my accomplishment... Applying to 8 private schools in Greater Boston and getting accepted into 6 of them, that was ME. Having my artwork be one of the main features at Beaver Country Day School, uh, yes that was ME! Awarded nation honors and asked to join The National Honors for High School Students Society, ALL ME! All this and more I accomplished while going through my own personal struggles, I fought through everything and still no one can knock me down. I've come across so many individuals in my past, all of which I'd like to think learned something from me and learned something about their selves through me. Now, see I may never become famous, you may never see on television but you damn sure will never forget me. This I know to be true. I am one of those beings that will forever remain in the back of your brain and every now and than you'll wonder where I am or how I'm doing. This goes for family, friends, ex-factors, associates and those of you who don't like me :). I think having that power over people-having the lasting impression is better than any type of famous; A-list, B-list... I am on my own list,The J.A.S.-list, lol. Mrs. Baker and I, who is my former advisor at Beacon Academy, came to visit me this week and I was so happy to see her. We talked about my life in LA, my life in Boston, school, work and my wonderful BF, T.D.M. ♥... The head of Beacon Academy, Cindy Laba is trying to persue me into moving back to Boston because they miss having me around :). B.A. is pretty awesome, but I'm headed south because that's where my heart will be.
"Jasmin, you've always been you're OWN person, you've never followed the crowd. It's been the crowd that follows you, it's been the educated adults that are well on their way that you've impressed. You're the definition of a peer leader and everyone you come across or who comes across you, well... their life changes."
I never use to give myself credit, I'd feel awkward at all the compliments that were constantly being thrown at me. But not anymore, why should I not praise myself or accept appraisal? I am child of all the divine Gods and Goddesses, not to mention the creation of the two greatest parents. I come the largest West Indian family in Boston that all love and support me. I am from hard times that have molded me beautifully into who I am today, Jasmin Alexandria Saunders.
It takes a village...
Daddy
Mommy
Ma
Grandma Yolie
Brandie
Arianna
Alanna
Uncle Karim
Uncle Josh
Uncle Harold
Uncle Jason
Aunty Andrea-Renata
Aunty Aisha
Aunty Nadia-Rene
Merrick
Lori
Grandpa Renie
Uncle Barry
Surfraya
Toussaint ♥
Jared
Jessica
Karen
Tiarrah
Paige
Haley
Barbara
Narissa
Neressa
Tyler
Taylor
Jazzmyne
Cherry
Kevin
Melanie
Munira
Keisha
Valencia
Doreen
Denita
Tasha
Christina
Robin
Jahmad
Kiara
Lena-Marie
Jasmine
Unique
Armondo
Kathy
Mrs. Baker
Cindy Laba
Mr. Osborne
Mr. Collaway
Mr. Greene
Ms. Roberts
Steven Kaiyuha
Mrs. Alavez
Ms. Heideman
&
All the administration at:
Beaver Country Day School
Cambridge Rindge and Latin
Fairfax High School
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17 seats reserved at the USC Galen Center
7 family members flew in from Boston
4 are coming from Santa Ana
3 drove from Las Vegas
3 from 321 N. Alexandria Ave.
All present to see me receive my diploma ;)
Class of 2009
Love's never tasted so sweet.
Cheese! lol
Myself & Tiarrah
Baby Jus & Myself
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