Happy new year! I hope that everyone is starting off the new year on a good note. My dad purchased a refrigerator for my room along with some food items for my care package upon returning to Ohio Wesleyan in a week and a half. My roommate's fridge stores a lot but considering my appetite, I need to buy a lot of beverages and food to keep me full. This week, I didn't do anything spectacular but I wouldn't mind showing you a couple of pictures of my neighborhood. Anyway, let me explain something that is somewhat on the serious side.
Showing you these pictures of my neighborhood probably tells you that I am proud of where I grew up. I know that remembering my neighborhood can help guide me through my college journey- despite any problems I may face there in the past, present, and future (and I know I will so I am not going to talk any jive). Looking back, I feel very humbled of all of the accomplishments I have achieved and I know that I will achieve many more as long as I focus on my goals. To anyone reading this, know that you can look back and use your past as your fuel to your future successes. Taking these pictures of my neighborhood has made me reminisce about the past in a good way.

The streets that I walk on has built me to be a part of who I am. I have learned a lot from these streets because these streets have stories that will stick with me until the day I die. Most of my childhood friends hail from these areas and we still conversate when time permits us. I wasn't a street kid but I know that without knowing the dangers of the streets beforehand from my brother and my parents, I would have surely succumbed to it. I have acknowledged that the streets here have made me more aware of the dangers of the world.

These streets have led me to the playground. The playground that was once abandoned by the city of Cleveland that now thrives off of my councilwoman's Nina Turner's support to rebuild my neighborhood. I believe that the condition of the playground mirrored the condition of the neighborhood. Several years ago, the playground was dead, looking that it would never return to its old glory days back in the late 80's and early 90's. I took this picture of this new jungle gym because this tells me that the neighborhood is back on the rise, that it will be revitalized by generous support of its inhabitants. I know that it is only a matter of time before the economy in my area will change. This belief has made me a lot happier about the area that I grew up in.

I also realized that I needed to revisit my new elementary school, Emile B. DeSauze. The school was a building block for my future success everywhere I went and became a part of. I was aware of this before but this seems to be much more eminent when I set foot at Ohio Wesleyan. Desauze was in walking distance of my house and what better way to learning than right around the block with your family a few houses down the street. Hopefully, I can go back to my high school, John F. Kennedy and visit some old teachers that directly or indirectly shaped my life. Kennedy starts school a week before I leave to go back to my second home. Look forward to me posting something about my visit to the high school if I do get the chance to do so.

My house- the place where I have lived all of my life. I am so blessed to be able to live in a house. Sure, the house may look archaic and a little scary (being that it is sitting on top of a hill), but this is my first home. I have so many memories in this house, it would literally take a day to list them all. I don't feel ashamed of where I grew up because look where I am now. The kid that lives in the house that sits on top of a hill is now in college.
God has blessed me beyond belief; it is unfathomable how much He has blessed me. I feel so humbled by the past that I know that the past will lead me to victory- in college, in the real world, and beyond. Writing this and taking these pictures of these things that has and still have importance in my life- all I can think of is "Wow."
For everyone, especially people who will be attending college, don't EVER forget where you come from. This is an integral piece of who you are. Without this piece of knowledge, you will become lost and forget everything you have struggled to fight for and to become. This piece of the puzzle must be intact whenever you are struggling and when you just want to give up. Remembering the past and where you grew up will humble you and from there you will realize that without the past, there will be no building upon a future. Just because it is a new year doesn't mean that we as people can forget those years that have made us who we are. Just keep that piece of advice in mind.
Everyone, let's just reminisce,
Hasani Wheat
Class of '10