life beyond the well…


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Oh Really: White Students Drawn to Black Colleges

I read this article this morning, and I’m not too sure what I think about it. I’ll say the opening shocked me:

Michael Roberts has done more than study finance at historically black Benedict College. He’s played football for the college, joined a fraternity and proposed to his girlfriend.

Pretty typical, except that Roberts is one of the few whites who attend one of the nation’s traditionally black colleges.

It’s as if one would expect that an experience at an HBCU wouldn’t be “typical”. This then leads us to ask questions such as “What does typical mean?” and “What is the typical college experience?”

But I’m digressing. Here’s an excerpt from the article:

The first of what are now called historically black colleges and universities was Cheyney University in Pennsylvania, which was founded in 1837 so that blacks — barred from attending many traditional schools — could get advanced educations. Since then, more than 100 such institutions have been established in the U.S. and about 285,000 students attend the schools each year.

Lawsuits have forced many of the schools — about half of them are public — to diversify their student bodies, Baskerville said. In the 2005-06 school year, nearly 10 percent of their students were white, according to her association’s data.

Scholarships, new programs and recruitment have attracted dozens of whites to schools such as South Carolina State University, where they account for around 4 percent of the student body, said university spokeswoman Erica Prioleau. The school has a minority affairs office for white students, similar to those found for non-white students at traditionally white schools.

Part of me feels that this is fabulous for HBCUs, especially when there’s the idea that they are less rigorous than a PWU/PWI (predominantly white university/predominantly white institution). I also think that it’s a good experience for white students; however, I feel that the white students who would typically go to an HBCU are already comfortable with African Americans ANYWAY.

Yet and still, there’s another part of me that is wondering why can’t black people just have anything to themselves. And I find that even more interesting as a graduate of two PWUs. Many of my family members and some of my friends have gone to HBCUs, and they have let it be known that the experiences that I’ve had at UNC and UGA don’t even come close to comparing to the times they’ve had at NC A&T, NCCU, and Howard (to name a few).

I wish I could track this and see how it develops over time…


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Re-entering the Quarter Life Crisis

Last year, I wrote about the Quarter-Life Crisis. This year, I think I’m in one. When we were discussing the Quarter-Life Crisis in the comments, Sherrell and Gene felt that it’s because we (our generation) are accomplishing so much so fast. Now, I’m inclined to agree.

I’m 23 years old and I just graduated from graduate school with a masters degree. I feel proud of my accomplishment, but I also feel overwhelmed. What’s the next step supposed to be? I have a few degrees, but not much tangible work experience. I know what my qualifications are, and I know that I will be able to do the work required at any job that I’m applying to (and there have been many), this lack of tangible experience is rough.

What I’m finding even more difficult to deal with is that I’m continuously aksed what I’ll be doing next. I’ve always been a person who knew what the next step would be. And not just the next step, the SPECIFICS of the next step. I always had a plan. I’m guessing people expect me to have a plan now. For some reason, people haven’t been satisfied when I’ve told them that I plan to get a job and work. They want to know where I’ll be working and what I’ll be doing. I ‘m saying- when I know the specifics, you’ll know the specifics. But until then, just chill…

The real world is most definitely real. And as I face the fact that in a little less than 2 months my expenses will definitely become MY expenses, as my parents relinquish their stake in paying my bills, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. Wait. Overwhelmed is me on a normal day. This isn’t normal. Stressed out. On the verge of hyperventilating. Yeah, I’m somewhere in between overwhelmed and hyperventilating.

I’ve considered going back to school (I mean if you can’t work, you may as well get another degree, right?!?), but that’s not what my desire is *right now*. I’ll eventually go back, but right now I want to work. Be a young professional. Shake up the world of education. It’s gonna happen, but I wish it would happen soon. You can’t rush fate. You can’t rush God…but man, I wish I could…