#growthandcreativity

I saved Graduation for graduation.

Not the ceremony. The moment after. The part nobody sees. Just me, alone, breathing it all in. I hit play on Everything I Am, and suddenly it all made sense. The sleepless nights, the half-eaten meals, the last-minute edits, the imposter syndrome, the wins no one clapped for. All of it built to this.

I didn’t have a perfect plan. No job offer lined up. No neat little map pointing to “next.” But for once, that didn’t matter. I exhaled and said it out loud: “You did good, kid.”

Mason Gross wasn’t just school—it was an initiation. A pressure cooker. A proving ground. A beautiful mess of creatives figuring out who the hell they were. We learned fast, failed often, and showed up anyway. The classrooms were just the backdrop. The real education was in the people.

We filmed in courthouses and crashed campus parties. We shared rides, gear, and dreams that felt too big for the room. The late homie Adrian was always somewhere in the mix—another light gone too soon but never forgotten.

Then came the finale: The Hardyboyz of Cinema. Me, Paul, and Sunny. One last ride.

We pulled together a short film for Campus MovieFest—our fourth attempt. Script? Overcomplicated. Timeframe? Impossible. Vision? Bigger than our budget. But we did what we always did—shot wild, cut fast, and reached for something beyond the frame. It was Matrix meets Inception, filtered through caffeine and chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

To the cast and crew that rode with me—thank you. To the friends who helped me light scenes with iPhones or sprinted across campus for one last take—thank you. To everyone who ever showed up, shared a link, or said, “Yo, this was dope”—thank you.

You were part of this season. Every frame. Every line. Every memory.

This isn’t the end. It’s just the curtain call on Act One. The next chapter is already loading. And if you’re still down to ride—stick around.