āI was going to Arizona State when my dad passed away. Ā I didnāt handle it well. Ā Sort of fell apart. Ā I had just paid $9,000 for the fucking semester. Ā I opened my laptop, dropped the semester, opened up a new tab, bought a one-way ticket to New York, and threw myself a going-away party. Ā Once I got here, I started working in retail. Ā But on the side I was writing about Fashion Week for a blog called Style Cartel, shout out to Charlotte, Muslim like me. Ā And every time I went to these events, Iād introduce myself as a stylist. Ā I kept saying: āI style athletes and celebrities.ā Ā I didnāt give a fuck. Ā Then suddenly I started getting clients for real: actors, NFL players, you name it. Ā Now Iām up to 42 clients. Ā Down to two days a week in retail. Ā Pure hustle. Ā No Miami mommy money. Ā Well Iām not going to lie. Ā I did have a sugar daddy first year, Ā billionaire, youāve heard of him. Ā But never fucked him. Ā Anyway, the one thing Iāve always wanted to do is go back to school. Ā Cause I promised my dad. Ā Then one night I was watching Billions and thereās this psychologist who always keeps the men in check. Ā So I peeped the psychology degree at Hunter College, walked into the admissions office, and told the lady: āMy transcripts are trash. Ā My dad died of cancer. Ā But Iām intelligent. Ā I need a second chance.ā Ā The deadline had already passed, but she ended up doing me a solid. Ā She performed some sort of alchemy on my transcripts and came out with a 2.6 GPA. Ā That was enough to get me in the door. Ā I just finished up my second semester. Ā Now Iāve got a 3.5 GPA. Ā Plus the teachers love me cause Iām entertaining in class.ā
