Black History Month is coming to an end and I haven't participated in any traditional tributes or studies like I used to do in grade school. I still beat myself up for not knowing every single Black History fact, but each year is a new opportunity to discover and learn something new...
I took my brother to visit Bethune-Cookman University today. When he told me that he wanted to attend an HBCU, I initially tried to talk him out of it. I'm a selfish sister. I get caught up in the excitement of preparing him for life after high school, reminiscing about how eager I was at that time and I constantly forget that the choice is his, not mine.
Three of my best friends graduated from Florida Agricultural & Mechanical University (FAMU). I was accepted to FAMU, but I chose to go to Florida State University instead. I wanted to really experience college, escaping the atmosphere of life that I was more than familiar with. However, I found myself migrating over to FAMU's campus quite a lot. I'm totally satisfied with the education that I received at FSU and I thoroughly enjoyed my experience there, but I often wonder if I would have chosen to attend FAMU if I would be any different.
I'm perplexed by the fact that I didn't realize just how meaningful HBCUs are to their communities until now. On the tour of BCU, I witnessed just how much they value preserving tradition for future African American leaders of the world.
I'm a little disappointed in myself for doing what I hate for others to do to me. Stereotyping. Yes, I'm black and yes, I was raised in the hood. However, I'm not like every other black person you know. I don't succumb to what others believe me to be based on the color of my skin.
I place(d) every HBCU in a category, assuming that they're all unprofessional, boisterous and ghetto. My bad.
I hope my brother makes the best decision for himself... and if he chooses an HBCU, I'll still be a proud sister.
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