Wow, first can I tell you about the power of hindsight reflection.When I started at HU, I was real unenthused. I had no idea what it meant to matriculate at a HBCU (Historically Black College and University). The majority of my matriculation before this point was done at a PWI (Primary White Institution), with which I had been relatively pleased.
It feels so counterintuative to say, or write rather, but I actually felt a bit of a cultural shock. I can remember going to my first 12-2: An event between the hours of noon and 2:00p.m. when the student center literally turns into club. Maybe, not a club. But there is a DJ, and the sororities are strolling, and everyone is dressed to impress.I was so confused. Can I tell you though, as best as my schedule allowed I never missed a 12-2 thereafter.
But, this isn't why I came to love "The Real HU." It was the lessons I learned: How to believe in myself, handle my business, appreciate diversity,and embrace adversity. Hampton taught me to be proud to be an educated African American woman. I became connected to a lavish and thriving network of professionals who looked just like me. Who are brillant and are envoking change in the world. The history, the culture, and just the beauty of the struggle. The instructors who tried their best to make you the best. They cared, even when it seemed like they didn't and they didn't just care if you did well academically. You were pushed to be influential and involved socially. They needed you to understand that what you were doing was making history. No matter how small in that moment you felt. You were in fact opening a door for another student not too far removed from your self, to have the opportunity to be somebody.
In hindsight, the lack of enthusiam I had initially has been replaced. Replaced by love, respect, appreciation, and pride. I am and have been educated to be the standard of excellence for my peers and my community. For this opportunity I am most thankful.