CHAPTER 17: DEATH OF THE IMPOSTER SYNDROME: Scholarship Through Mentorship

As a kid, I always knew I would go to college. It was never a question; the question was where I would go and what I would do. I was born in Bronx, New York. My parents were in their mid to late thirties when I was born, and not planning on having any more children. I am glad someone interrupted their plan, with me! My parents have been together for over 35 years. I would classify our family as middle class. My father was an information systems professional who went to City University of New York (CUNY) and made a substantial living to care for his family. My mother was a state employee, with some college, who also ensured I was well taken care of. They made a good living and made sure I had everything I needed and wanted. So much so that I remember vividly telling my parents “we are rich.” They would chuckle in response, knowing that I had no idea how hard they worked for what we had. I am what you call a Daddy’s girl; his opinion and approval were something I was always seeking. I regarded his opinion oftentimes above others. Being the youngest of three girls, it’s not hard to see why I was a Daddy’s girl and very close to my father growing up. I still am today.