Howard, How We Love Thee: Prelude

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I wanted to start a series to slowly recount my college experiences and reflect on my journey here at the real HU. I had to conduct a survey and the questions were regarding assisting high school graduates with their college questions. Below is mine and my answer:

I imagine college is nothing like any of the movies or TV shows I’ve seen. Am I right? Can you describe what it is like?

Howard really does remind you of “A Different World” (a TV show you should watch), probably even moreso in the past like the 90s. So I would check that out. But, Howard reminds you of an all-Black high school full of different cliques that operate like mob families. But Howard is also like a big family reunion where everywhere you go, no matter who you talk to from the shuttle driver to the caf workers to people in the A building, someone is looking out for you, encouraging you and loving you. College in general though is all up to you (at Howard they do coddle us a bit more); you have to take care of yourself personally, you have to make sure you are up for class, etc. If you are someone who is used to their parents/guardians doing everything for them, college will be a wake up call… but a necessary one so don’t be afraid. You can be anxious but not afraid especially if you decide to join the Howard Family, someone here will always have your back.

What would you have responded? Comment below.

THANKS-GIVING

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I went home to Pittsburgh for Turkey Day. While I was traveling on my 6.5 hour bus ride, I realized that this exact time last year was the last time I saw my Aunt Jackie, one of the matriarchs of my family. This was the first Thanksgiving without her… so crazy. All I could think about after was I must be cute for the holiday as my Aunt Jackie was always jazzy and so full of life no matter how sick she was.

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Thank you GOD for letting me spend time with my family and friends before coming back to finish out the semester. My spirit needed that.

These pictures are of my family (aunts, uncles, great cousins, cousins, sister and grandparents) and friends from forever till forever (Jade from age 5 and Mariah from age 11).

Love You Aunt Jackie RIP.

P.S. I’m never going out with Jade again because she had me throwing up bile for an entire day…. sorry if that’s TMI but find out more in my next blog “Know Yourself Know Your Limits… a Drake Verse”.

Wait Till After the Tour

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Last weekend I FINALLY got to go to the National Museum of African American History and Culture. All thanks to @yardsofhappiness // @professordwj  *she’s the reason I write this blog in the first place.

This experience was so great and made me teary-eyed (I didn’t actually cry cuz you know… thugs don’t cry). To see MY HISTORY, OUR HISTORY being displayed in such a meaningful and beautiful way is almost unworthy of words. One of the saddest parts was seeing Emmett TIll’s casket and hearing his story (I didn’t get pictures of this because I am a respectful human being).

See some of the pics from my visit:

We enjoyed our time so much, my friend, Zach, and I decided to go visit a few other museums in D.C. We did this after we drank wine and stopped for a beer of course. To see some of our drunken adventure please proceed to “This Was Not Planned”.

Theme of the Week: If you can’t take the heat get the hell outta the kitchen

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“I feel like I’m in a pot of boiling water and everyone who walks by refuses to turn off the heat”- as told by boujetto’s finest, Miss Catie Baby

As the semester is winding down (we literally have 2 real weeks of school left— something of which I was unaware of), everyone is scrambling to “SAVE THE GRADE” a worthy attempt at best. This quote serves as motivation to remind yourself of what state of your life in and to prompt you to help yourself #GetOut of it.

Hope the rest of your week is lovely, if not grab yourself a glass of wine or a nice hearty shot of Jameson. 

This post is sponsored by my blood, sweat, and tears.