When I first arrived at Howard, my dream school, one of the first things impressed upon me was to find a hustle and to find it quick. Not only did we have to excel in our academic classes, but we needed to flourish on and off campus, too. Hustle is something that’s engrained in Howardites from the time that we set foot on campus to the time that we walk the stage – from the hard working Hill-types interning at the White House and holding court in student government to the Greek prospects hiding in bushes and waiting to approach the letter-wearing campus celebrities.
I can honestly say without bragging or boasting that I work hard, girl. From my 9 a.m. slimnastics class to the time I clock out of my part-time boutique salesgirl gig at 9 p.m., I’m usually booked up. My iPhone always dies from the dozens of reminders that I have to set daily and the outgoing calls and texts I make as I’m trying to get my articles for class and my internship together. I barely get to have a full-fledged conversation with my own mother on some nights. And I know that you all feel me…college students are some of the most busiest people in the entire universe.
So I’ve been talking to this OKC guy, Mitt, since June. He’s a really cool and cute guy from what I know of him so far – a Grenadian graphic design student with a penchant for good beer and good music. We both knew from the beginning that things couldn’t get too serious as he’s in New York and I’m in D.C. But as the summer dragged on, we found ourselves connecting nearly everyday. He started asking me lots of questions about the type of guy that I’m looking for, and he asked if I could see myself in a relationship with him. I looked forward to our emoji-packed iMessage convos and our FaceTime sessions and became really comfortable talking to him. Everything looked really promising ‘til he basically stopped hitting me up this month and cited a jam-packed schedule as the reason why. He’ll still text me once in a while on weekends to check in, but nothing was the same after the first week of class.
I think that if we really made a conjoined effort, we could’ve found ways to weave each other into our respective lives. I’m pretty sure that Mitt is using his schedule as an excuse for waning interest – which is fine. It happens. I just think that a lack of time is a lame excuse for not attempting to make things work. I once asked my good friend Bernard how he and his longtime girlfriend still made time for each other while she’s in class and he’s at work. “At the end of the day, you make time for what you WANT to make time for,” he emphasized. And he’s right.
Yes, we all have priorities as college students with graduation at the very top of the list. But I honestly think that there’s no such thing as being too busy if someone really cares. If Jay and Bey can take a week off from world domination, there’s no reason why you can’t stop playing Madden for 15 minutes to give me a call. If President Obama and our fab First Lady manage to schedule a date night every now and then, there’s no reason why you can’t take 30 seconds to text me and say “Hey. Just thinking about you.” Come on, son. There are influential people all over the universe who are – surprisingly – even busier than we are…yet they’re able to maintain their personal relationships. Being too busy is BS. Just turn your read receipt on and ignore my texts like a real man, bruh.
When she’s not watching for Blue Ivy sightings or doing some serious Facebook creeping, Khalea moonlights as a print journalism major at the REAL HU, Howard University. Follow her on Twitter at @letsbeKHAlear, or feel free to Twatch. Whatever works for you.