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.

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.