Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Think before you... THINK?!?!???



As humans, aren't we just the prophetic bunch!?!

"I knew that was going to happen!!!"  You find yourself quietly humming a tune all morning long.  Then BAM, you get into your car and the song you've been singing sporadically is the first thing that comes on the car radio.  As you skim over your "non-existent/please someone love me" text messages from the night before, you just knew that your friend had no intentions of getting back to you despite promises.  Or how about knowing that you'd get caught at every single red light while rushing to work.  Dammit, you should've gotten off at the earlier exit when you had the chance!! Who knew???? Well, you did.  You created it, you made these situations happen whether positive or negative.

How is it that we are capable of producing these all-knowing, gut feelings that appear to lead us towards the right answer?  Are we somehow reincarnated beings that have lived this same life, within this same body, knowing our destiny but merely forgetting it?  Or could it be as simple and scientific as having a hypothesis, an educated guess?  As I have gotten older, I find myself believing less and less in this prophetic ability of the average human-being.  Despite watching my life unfold as I've desired and expressed through multiple conversations, prayers, and even past blog entries; I now find it more difficult to believe that everything has already been created for me.  Instead, I am beginning to feel like my own creator.  Indeed, I am not trying to belittle the power of God.  I feel we work hand and hand.  I have just grown to acknowledge and understand that I have more power than I realize.  

You create your own destiny by speaking it into existence.  Cliche, I know but how many of us truly grasp what that phrase means.  Literally YOU, not him, nor her, but YOU create your own destiny.  It's like continuing to build a house despite the storm that keeps coming by trying to blow it away.  Work and creation are both involved.  It is one thing to say, "I know God's going to work it out" but to live in worry negates those words.  If we, as humans, went through life speaking things into existence and training our minds to mentally focus on creating what our hearts desire, then there'd be no room for worry.  

Last year around this time, I got to a point in my life where I felt as if I was no longer in control.  I had to pause and evaluate how proactive I was outside of physically working.  Constantly, I begged God to help me reach the next phase of my life; however I had not mentally created that phase in my head for God to allow.  I had to become a true optimist and not just claim to be one because I go to church, because my horoscope claims that I am, or because I am positive every once in a while.  My situation actually ended up having to get so bad, that I had to force myself to comprehend the mental power I had to create.  Once I did that, a comfort overtook me.  As I went longer without tangibly knowing how my job and school situation would unfold, the calmer I became.  It was as if I had already built the house, I was just waiting for people to move inside.  

God helped put an ease over my mind while I created my next step and screamed it into existence; and then, he (God) approved it.  The difference between calling yourself a prophet and creating is all in your head, literally.  Mentally, as a prophet, you see the future for what it is; while mentally, as a creator, you make the future what you want it to be.  

"If you can succeed in your mind, you can succeed in you life.  I would never have more money in my closet than on my book shelf.  Your mind needs a goal/focus.  Your mind is a living thing.  Your mind is your focus.  If your mind doesn't have a picture of the future it will replay the past.  Your mind needs an instruction.  Your mind is your servant, to serve you, not to master you... Say what God says, so you can feel what God feels." - Mike Murdock, The Seven Laws 

Friday, February 22, 2013

25 Signs You Went To An All Girl School


In honor of my 10 year, yes I said 10 year, high school reunion I've been inspired!  

Public, private, catholic, parochial, boarding school, jail (lol just kidding, cancel out jail)... shout out to all of the all-girl high schools everywhere! Special shout out to my Alma mater, Western High School in Baltimore, Maryland class of 2003! We are THE oldest all-girl public school in the nation might I add, 1844 and still going strong ;)  Ok, ok my plug is done, enjoy!

25 SIGNS YOU WENT TO AN ALL-GIRL SCHOOL

1. There was at least one male teacher who everyone thought was SO DREAMY.

2.  If a boy was inside of the school, everyone STARED... but pretended not to care.


3. There were snacks, everywhere, always! Where did they even come from?


4. You spent the first 10 minutes of a class discussing someone’s new hair color/cut, with your teacher.

5. You told someone you went to an all-girls school and they assumed you were a lesbian.

6. All conversations ended up being a discussion about periods and pads at some point.


7. By the end of the day, you had a new hair style from whoever sat behind you in history class.

8. Your school spirit was at an all time HIGH!

9. If you got invited to a guy’s prom, you thought you were the coolest girl ever.

10.             There was at least one girl who had never spoken to a boy.

11.             And at least one girl who never wanted to speak to a boy.

12.             You probably shaved your legs, never.
  
13.             You belonged to a group of some sort.

14.             At one time or another, you claimed that you wished you went to a co-ed school… and then you woke up.

15.             You thought you were smarter than anyone who didn't attend your high school.

16.             The hallways were lined with pictures like this…

17.             There were crazy traditions that were too weird to explain to your friends.


18.             And most of the crazy traditions occurred during school.

19.             Your female sports’ teams were the sh!t… well duh!

20.             You were a part of absolutely everything at one point or another.

21.             Almost every female staff member, from the principal to the cafeteria lady, was a proud alumna!

22.             You actually knew your school song.

23.             You met your BFF!

24.             You wore this for graduation, and it was OK.

And finally…

25.             When someone asked if you were going to a women’s college, you said “Hell NO!”

LOL, BUT YOU LOVED YOUR SCHOOL!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

DA BRAT

On a number of occasions, I've been reminded by my mother about the crazy things that I used to do as a child.  I am constantly hearing stories of my shenanigans and mischievous ways.  One instance in particular inspired this blog entry.  This instance goes back to kindergarten when I was at the tender age of 5.  Academically, I was at the top of my class... but my behavior was another story.  Every day I'd complete my work before the majority of the class, and after doing so I would torment and pick with the other children.  And like clockwork, everyday I found myself in timeout.  I would never fuss, cry, or pout for being there; instead, I'd continue to pick with the rest of the class even more.  Had to keep herself entertained I guess.  As a result, on a daily basis I found myself with a little note being slid into my composition notebook made out to my mother.  In retrospect, is this really unruly behavior?  I wasn't causing anyone any real harm per se, despite continuing to act silly from timeout.  Or could it be that I was merely grasping the concept early on of making lemons out of lemonade.

Some people may view the type of child that I was as a brat, which is allegedly a bad behaved child.  But more specifically, a brat as we know of is someone who whines, cries, complains, and believes the world must be coming to end if they don't get their way.  If a brat is told "no", they want to know why and will bug you until they have an answer that pleases him or her.  At times, a brat is not even satisfied with a "yes" if he or she didn't appreciate the outlets that had to be taken in order to achieve that yes.  This description is sounding a bit familiar to some of you I bet.  Could you possibly be a brat? Even at this age.

  
I could even go as far as breaking up the different versions of someone who is a brat.  There are those who are spoiled brats.  These are people who expect to be spoon fed everything and would rather not lift a finger under any circumstances.  And then there are the hard-headed brats.  These are individuals who act more stubborn than the average person, not wanting anyone to tell them anything because they think that they know it all.  Most of us can find ourselves somewhere in at least one of these round-about definitions and scenarios of a brat.  So again I ask, honestly... Are you a brat?  More specifically...
ARE YOU A BRAT TO GOD?

My last question elevates the topic and is exactly where I intend to go with this particular entry.  Do we act like little brats when it comes to God?  Whining, crying, and complaining when life doesn't go our way.  we're so quick to say, "whatever", and "I don't care", getting angry and annoyed when things in life aren't going as WE planned.  This behavior is a true disrespect to the one directing our lives, monitoring, watching over, and cleaning it all up.  The one who is purposely not allowing certain situations to work out for us because they are indeed not for us.  Like a parent desperately trying to explain to their child why he or she should not do certain things because of the harm that it'll cause, we don't listen and our parent gets frustrated.  Instead of listening, we pout, get mad, and get angry.  We never understand the truth to our parents words until sadly, we have been burned.

Human beings are hard-headed by nature.  We get above ourselves when things start to go our way and start to feel as if we can do it all on our own, slipping away from the one who made things possible for us in the first place. GOD.  Life gets good, and we get greedy or get gone.  When this begins to happen, like my kindergarten teacher, God puts us in timeout.  Timeout is not a desirable place.  It is a place that gives the illusion of trials and tribulations of all sorts that we mentally believe are too heavy for us to carry.  Most often, the trials and tribulations that are associated with God's timeout are merely minor setbacks and not life downfalls.  But to us brats, we think and act as if the world is coming to its last days and we have no where to turn.  Our prayer consist of whining, doubt, and anger... questions of "why me?", instead of "thank you", "forgive me", and "I trust you". All for problems, that if we truly thought about it, are so minuscule that we could probably pull ourselves out of it if we relaxed versus panicked.

As I used to do in my aforementioned kindergarten tale, take on timeout and make the most of it.  Live it and learn from it.  You won't be in timeout forever... God just needed to open up the eyes of the brat inside of you.  We're so quick to claim that we are at peace with ourselves when things are going great, when we have finally gotten the monkey off of our back and life seems to be in place.  However, the true testament of being at peace is being at peace during life's "timeouts".  I am not saying that you can not cry to God.  God is indeed who you can let it all out to on any given day and during any given moment... but when your heart starts questioning his doing and his path for you, that is when the brat has surfaced.  Don't you dare whine and question his timing because it's not on time with yours.  I know that it is difficult, we are impatient beings... but when you find yourself always in timeout, at some point you have to evaluate your way of thinking and living.  Even I, the 5 year old who was always in timeout in school, had to eventually realize that my ways had to change.  I was better than that, there was a better me there versus being a brat.  Ask yourself "how can I be a better me mentally, physically, and spiritually?"  That is when you'll truly find peace.


"PEACE IS NOT THE ABSENCE OF CONFLICT, BUT THE PRESENCE OF GOD NO MATTER WHAT THE CONFLICT." - Anonymous

Monday, May 2, 2011

For Colored Boys Only...

For Colored Boys Only
 By: Alicia Williams

Yea I know him,
He used to be a star athlete unlike any other…
Slanging balls across courts and fields, calling teammates his brother…
Stayed off of the block until Uncle Sam got his mother, then crack met her veins and the two became lovers…
So the corner recruited him, took his speed to the next level, experience turned his mother’s sweet Angel into a dope boy devil…
School became distant, even when his coaches tried to save him, as money changed hands, so did his label…

So he calls himself a hustler now… dope boy slanging…
Slanging dope on his dope corner, in his dope hood, wearing dope boys with his dope boys, slanging speech like the words of a high school drop out but smarter than the king pin is…
New found dope dealer, young leader, reciting words from Malcolm and Garvey instead of Hova and Big...
Articulating thoughts of the life he lives, being paid by an audience of listeners who call cops to shut down his shop, organizing youth interventions to get him off of their block…
 
When all he’s trying to do is feed the hunger inside of him, watch the back of the boy who claims he’ll ride or die for him, feed the mouth of the woman who loves him despite of him…
No one knows what it’s like to be a boy of the streets, fighting for life on a block so hot that it’s not safe for this feat, witnessing genocide in a hood forgotten about by peace, slaving so his seeds won’t have to bop to his beat…
Dying for any dj to give him shade from this heat…

Yea I know him, I heard he got shot seven times…
Pronounced dead by doctors, but somehow survived…
Paralyzed from the waist down, to a wheel chair confined...
Rolling around the hood as a victim, all as a result of a life of crime.
Blessed with brains and skills unlike any of his kind.
He tried to make it, but his best talent wasn’t his rhymes...
Solely dependent on lyrics and dimes.
School would’ve been his outlet if he had just given it time.
Now this dope boy is a young man searching for a life to define.
Another story of a colored boy who could've made it, but went after the wrong grind.



MY BLACK MEN... OUR YOUNG BOYS NEED MENTORS!!! #FACT.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Where's My Life Jacket?


Good day... well, evening beautiful people.  It is outside of my  normal blog hours.  I usually get randomly inspired throughout the day.  However, this particular blog entry is a little bit different.  This one didn't transpire because of a situation, tweet, or facebook status.  This one is  a little bit more personal than usual.  After all, my whole purpose of starting this blog was to release my thoughts; so why not share something with you all that has been lingering within my head in regards to... well, me.  Lately, I’ve been feeling consumed.  Consumed with what?  That I'm not exactly sure.  I don't think it's with any one thing in particular, but with life in general.  I feel myself approaching a new phase of maturity and growth.  No this isn’t due to a man or a traumatic life event, I’m just beginning to feel as if I’m over the current phase of life that I’ve been living for the past few years.  I was born and raised in Baltimore.  Went to school in D.C and have been riding the wave that is the nation's capitol for the past 8 years.  Frankly, I think I'm beginning to outgrow the Baltimore/D.C. metropolitan area.  I’m over seeing the same faces and the same people whether on a club/lounge outing, at a happy hour, during a random sight-seeing stroll, or a solo shopping venture.

One problem is that I’ve been dying for a vacation for the absolute longest.  Between my thesis which has been ridiculously drawn out by lazy professors, a track team of 30 plus high school girls that I've been running completely on my own for the past 3 years, a variety of career adventures and part-time jobs in an attempt to find my passion, volunteering once a week following long workdays, and making myself accessible to my family who resides less than 15/20 minutes away from me.... I find myself digging for time to do and discover anything truly fulfilling.  Now don't get me wrong, I appreciate the busy.  I love grinding and doing things meaningful.  I completely understand that timing is everything and that God has a plan.  I LOVE my life, my friends, my family.  I LOVE my new found career in higher education.  I LOVE the girls who I coach and the lives that I've changed.  However, I think that it is time.  I can't put my finger on what it is time for exactly... but indeed it is time for a change to occur in this phase of my life.



Since graduating from Howard in 2007, I've always wanted to scratch the itch of relocating from this area.  I never had the desire to move anywhere drastically far.  I still would like to be in a 4 hour or less driving distance per say.  I have a few places in mind where I still have good friends, which honestly, the blessing that is Howard University is that I've met people who currently reside everywhere.  But the cities that I have in mind are indeed that, cities.  I am an east coast, city lights, downtown skyline type of girl.  I'd lose my mind living in the deep south for too long *straight face*.  The places I have in mind still heavily carry the things I love to do.  For instance, I consider myself a "free spirit"... an artisty/creative side resides in me that I hardly ever get to explore.  And when I do try to explore it, I have to ride solo.  I want to be in a city where I can tap into that side by attending open mic nights, live band performances, museums etc; being able to talk about and share my excitement for these things with fellow onlookers.  Finding others who are truly interested in that stuff is a difficult task.  I would basicially need to engulf myself in that scene to find a consistent partner to venture out into these things with, without feeling as if I had to coax someone into attending.  By moving to a new city, I would be forced to step outside of my comfort zone and find others with like-interest.  My friends here will NEVER be replaced but because I have a circle that I've known since high school, along with us attending college together, I feel no need to meet any new ones really.  At this age, there really isn't a need for new friends and Lord knows finding my true circle wasn't the easiet; I just have this need for new adventures.  

I love all that is Baltimore/DC.  This is a GREAT area to live in, and I would probably move back eventually.  However, I'd like to see what other cities have to offer.  At this point in my life, I have no kids, no husband, nothing tying me down.  This is the time to scratch that itch that has been bugging me since 2007.  I have a few friends who just took a chance, picked up everything and moved.  I've never been much of a risk taker in life, so doing that is honestly something very difficult for me.  I'm a Pisces.  By nature, I dream bigger than most but don't act on them.   That of course is something I'm trying to change, and I have done a good job of doing so.  Everything that I've been working towards is currently right at my fingertips... including relocating.  I somewhat attribute this strong desire that I have to move away to the strong desire that I have to simply take a long vacation.  It could be that I simply need a moment away from everything, and my inclination for relocating is me trying to escape something.  It could be that I'm trying to move away, hoping that my responsibilities will lessen.  It could be that I'm trying to move away, yearning for something different to take place in my life so that I can say that I'm doing something different this year than last.  

Everyday I find myself giving someone else encouraging words, yet I have trouble at times finding the optimism in my own situations.  I have some friends who I spoke with this about, who have said "do it!" and others who oppose... but at the end of the day, this has nothing to do with anyone but Alicia.  I may be able to find substitutes for this itch that I've been having by possibly taking a real break for once.  Something I don't know how to do well lol, actually break!  Maybe I am taking the wrong approach and jumping at it too fast... or maybe this is a part of God's plan.  Maybe this is him giving me good timing.  Here I am in other blog entries of mine, telling you all to take risks and chances while I find myself slowly trying to talk myself out of what's burning inside of me.  Ultimately, I don't know what the future holds, and I'd rather not guess.  All I can do is continue living my life the best way I know how from my 26 years of experience... of trial and error.  The only one who has an answer for this dilemma of mine, is me.  I need to honestly look within.  I've learned to embrace the wind, whichever way it blows me, and now it may be time to just jump into the waters and go where ever the river flows.  After all, I am a water sign... I swim pretty well... but everyone could use a life jacket at some point in their life.



Thursday, March 24, 2011

She Say He's Just A Friend

Twitter has done it again... inspired another blog entry.  Last night I got into a conversation over twitter with one of my male followers about male/female friendships.  Throughout my life, I've heard that it is impossible for a male and female to legitimately be good friends... blasphemy almost it seems.  I beg to differ.  Indeed, I have a good male friend who is actually like a big brother to me.  Never once has he tried to date me, not during or prior to our friendship.  The thought of that happening doesn't even concern me because we truly see one another as damn near family.

What bothers me about the male/female friendship complex is that sadly, most male/female friendships aren't legit or barely exist.  My female friends and I find ourselves discussing the array of guys who you happen to become friends with, grow to believe are great men, and the coolest people.  Then suddenly the day comes when those guys admit to having a huge crush on you and force you to chose between continuing the friendship or progressing to lovers.  Sometimes, this is a wonderful thing.  This guy is someone who you yourself may have always had a liking for, but then other times not so much.  You may think that this male friend of yours who decided to confess his love for you looks great on paper, but there is simply no spark there for you.  You have honestly grown to see him as a good friend and a good friend only.  The two of you are then left in an awkward situation that leaves you sitting somewhere between guilt and disappointment, and your friend sitting somewhere between resent and embarrassment.  On your behalf, the guilt is there because you hate that you had to hurt his feelings, and disappointment because now the friendship that you appreciated so much is potentially gone.

Now I am not trying to discourage anyone from admitting their feeling to someone.  There are sooo many situations where the other person had been feeling the same way, but just didn't have the courage to say anything.  The male/female friendship complex is just an interesting one to me.  It is so hard to tell when an actual friendship exists, and when the wool is potentially being pulled over your eyes and a secret is being kept.  It can be frustrating for any man or woman who is just being introduced to the opposite sex close friend.  However, it all has to do with being secure in yourself.  If you have worries and fears, then maybe your boo isn't giving you enough assurance in your relationship as a whole.  If they were, then maybe you wouldn't be so paranoid over a friendship.  It does all stem back to being confident in yourself and trusting in your partner.

Honestly, I have dated guys where their so-called female friend(s) rubbed me the wrong way.  In order to deem someone an actual friend where attraction is not a factor, I feel that you should be able to talk to whoever you're dating on the phone or in person comfortably with your friend around.  There should not be a need to hide and/or play keep away with how deep your friendship or relationship is with anyone.  When these things don't occur smoothly, then yes, I do become like the rest of society and shun the idea of true male/female friendships.  But then I remember my own male/female friendship and all of the speculation that has occurred whenever I first start dating a guy.

As a result of all of this uncertainty that exist when it comes to male/female friendships, I have taken the liberty to compose a list of what I believe are the10 types of male friends that can and do actually exist within a female's life.  This list is not to be confused with the list of friend types in general that I've done on a previous blog of mine.  This list is more so for the public to agree or disagree.  Guys, you may fall into one or a few of these categories within the lives of female friends of yours.  And females, you maybe able to pinpoint different male friends from your own life on this list.  These 10 are not representative of all of my male friends.  It is simply the 10 I see existing in general.  They are as follows:

1. The Brother - This one is self-explanatory, and no I am not talking about a female's actual blood brother.  The brother-like friend is the one who females go to for everything.  He is the one who, outside of your female friends, knows most of your inner, deepest, darkest secrets.  The two of you probably have arguments, from time to time, like actual brothers and sister's.  You call him whenever you need that good ol' male advice and he calls you for female advice.  You call on him for mechanical questions, technology woes, and for any other facet of your life where a man's words or presence is warranted.  Your opinion of who he is dating is important to him, as his opinion is important to you.  Guys don't have to worry about the brother type taking your girl, instead it would be best for you to get the brother type on your side.  If he tells her a certain "nigga ain't sh*t!", she takes his word.  She has the utmost respect for him as if he were family.

2. The Homeboy - A female's homeboy is just that, her homeboy.  This friendship normally starts from the sharing of a common interest.  Maybe the two of you had classes together, were teammates, co-workers, hung in the same circle, or simply got to know one another through a mutual friend.  In public, it would appear that the two of you are the tightest thing walking.  He looks out for you when need be; however, the two of you don't talk outside of running into one another.  No texting, no phone conversations... only here and there hellos and funny convos over social networks and chats.  This person may always remain a homeboy because he is more than likely off limits because one of you is or was dating a friend of the other or because one of you knows that a good friend of yours is crazy about the other.   
 
3. The Best Friend - Not to be confused with the previous two, the best friend friendship often times starts with a male and female being friends by default.  By default, I mean that the two of you might've grown up together or rolled in the same neighborhood.  Growing up the two of you were always forced to befriend one another and be in each others' presence.  Maybe because your parents are such good friends whose kids happen to be around the same age, or maybe because you simply lived next door to one another and someone's household was always babysitting the other.  This friend may carry a lot of the same characteristics as the brother type; however, there is room for denial in how deep this friendship may actually be.  Would you and this person honestly be this "cool" and call one another "bestfriend" if the obligation wasn't there from the get-go?

4. The Conversationalist - Self-explanatory, this male friend is known for his excellent conversation.  Whenever you need someone to talk to, not for advice, but more so for distraction... he is the one you text/call/contact.  He answers every message at a timely manner, returns every phone call, and says all of the right things at that moment to take your mind off of whatever it is.  There maybe interest on his part, but for you it's all about his gift of gab.

5. The Girl Friend - This male friend is essentially the gay friend.  You look to him for fashion advice because in your mind, he can tell what shoes match with what dress better than any of your female friends can.  You expect him to be witty and full of personality.  You even turn to him at times to gain insight as to what goes on in the mind of a man.  He is indeed the best of both worlds.

6. The Clutch Friend - This male friend is always there when you need him.  Outside of wanting someone to talk to, this friend is there to take you out.  All you have to do is say the magic words, and he is ready to scoop you up or meet you somewhere for a night of entertainment.  He has probably expressed his motives and/or intentions with you prior to being good friends; however, you placed him in the friend zone.  You appreciate the good person that he is so much, that you refuse to let him go despite not feeling the same about him.  The clutch friend is the one who puts a smile on your face and knows how to make you feel good inside because that is a task that he welcomes on your behalf.  Guys beware, she may not like him now, but the clutch friend has the potential to win her heart the day you leave her vulnerable.

7. The Potential "more than friends" Friend - This male friend is the one who you actually could see yourself dating.  The interaction between the two of you is consistent enough to place him in the male friend category, but minimal enough to where he doesn't progress to dating-status.  For whatever reason(s), this friend is off limits as well.  Or you are afraid to admit to him why you really hang around him.  There is sort of an unspoken awkwardness here.  You don't really have too much activity with this one, but the respect is there enough to where you could ask for something if you truly needed it. 

8. The F.B. (f*ck buddy) - We're grown, so let's be honest.  This friend exists for a lot of people, male and female.  Many are even in denial about it.  This male friend is the one who has successfully attracted you physically.  The two of you fall into every stereotypical booty-call category.  This F.B. situation was either agreed on verbally by the two of you, or just somehow found a way to happen.  Sadly, a lot of times females find themselves on the bad end of the F.B. deal once feelings begin to get involved.  Having this male friend is not recommended and is highly dangerous to one's health and state of mind.

9. The Ex - Not always operating as a friend, I decided to throw the ex-boyfriend into this male friend category because he does exist.  Sometimes acting as more than a pain-in-the-butt than a friend, it is possible for a decent friendship to be established because of the history between the two of you.  This is usually only feasible when both you and your ex are honestly over one another; otherwise, this friendship is full of jealousy and bitterness.  If successfully pulled off, the ex as a friend can serve as a good stepping stone for future relationships as long as you are completely honest with your future partner about the extent of you and your ex's friendship.

10. The All In One - Fellas, I must warn you... be afraid of this friend... be very afraid!  Ok, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic.  But this friend encompasses all of the traits of the aforementioned male friends (maybe not the girl friend or the Ex).  He acts like a brother, a homeboy, and a best friend all in one.  He always comes through in the clutch with whatever you need, and he is excellent on paper in regards to being someone you would actually date.  If you are to develop an actual relationship from a true friendship, the all-in-one type may be the perfect candidate one day.  The only bad part is that once you cross that friendship line, if it fails, there may never be any going back to actual good friends.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

It's a Different World... Than Where We Come From!

I remember it like it was yesterday.  It was a crisp and cool Fall evening.  Me and about 10 other classmates of mine sat bored to death in a Public Relations course being held in a small classroom in the Liberal Arts building of Towson University.  Towson, a predominantly white public institution, has been branded as one of the better schools for a quality education in the state of Maryland... but this is debatable in my eyes after the ordeals I've had to face there as a graduate student.  Anywho, my professor (who shall remain nameless) began talking about colleges and universities in the PR world.  My classmate, a graduate of Morgan State University, raised his hand and began to so very eloquently discuss the lack of media attention that H.B.C.U's receive.  My professor sat atop one of the desk in the room with a puzzled look as my classmate continued to speak, puzzled as if he were trying to decipher the language that my classmate was speaking.  Then my professor, a man who has been a professor for years, a man who carries a Ph.D, waited until my classmate finished, then asked... "what are H.C.B.B.U's? Did I say it correctly?"  NO YOU DID NOT SIR!  I know my face dropped, as did my classmate who had just finished speaking.  My other classmates weren't phased by this ridiculous question that a man who carries a Ph.D and stands as a professor of higher-ed in a state that is home to 3, basically 4 if you count Howard since it's in DC, historically black colleges and universities.  In a class of about 12, there were only 2 of us who where black, and we both coincidentally attended H.B.C.U's.  I, Howard, and him Morgan.  Offended, appalled, confused... I'm not sure how I felt.  But at that point, he completely lost any and all credibility and respect from me.

Yesterday, my Alma mater, the illustrious Howard University turned 144 years old.  Standing only one year younger than Towson University where my ill-knowledged professor taught, and where I now attend to for my Master's degree.  This blog entry is obviously dedicated to historically black colleges and universities.  Oh how I love them!  In high school, I remember wanting to attend the huge predominantly white institutions off of the mere fact that their basketball teams made the NCAA tourney.  Then in my sophomore year, I went on a visit to Hampton Institute (haha) and fell in love with the black college world.  I immediately went home and begin to research H.B.C.U's.  I talked to my mother about it, and she went out and got me a book that listed every HBCU in the nation and its information.  The more I broke down my criteria for my college education and researched, the more I realized which one was best for me.  This led to thee BEST decision I've made thus far in my life... to attend Howard University.  



Aside from loving my alma mater, I am in love with historically black colleges and universities and what they represent.  And my experiences at Towson have solidified those feelings.  I remember getting into deep conversations in high school where "friends" of mine would say dumb things like
"you can't get the real world experience at a black school".  
Now I'm not one who folds under peer pressure, so I wasn't phased.  I was more so amused by the stupidity.   I was completely confident in my choice despite the critics.  Plus I had wonderful family support in wanting to attend Howard.  I come from a family of HBCU graduates.  My mother, Coppin State University, my aunt and other cousins, North Carolina Central University, cousins on my mom's side, North Carolina A & T, cousins on my dad side, Morgan State University... and the lineage continues with my younger cousins and little sister.  HBCU's carry real world qualities that are damn near impossible to achieve at predominantly white institutions.
My professors at Howard could tell it like it is!
 
There was no sugar-coating for the sake of someone being offended in my college classrooms.  No dancing around a topic like I have experienced in my classes at Towson where everyone is afraid to talk because they don't want to offend the black kids.  Or I received the extreme opposite at times, where they would say whatever the hell they felt like saying with no respect for other ethnicities.  My professors would tell us straight up what we may have to face because of the color of our skin in the working world, and how to not lose ourselves and our integrity because of it.  My professors allowed us to come to their offices and just talk about life, ask questions, discuss any and every thing without passing judgment.  My professors, my counselors, my career advisers, did everything in their power to make sure we were trained to be better than the next, white or black.  They helped us get those internships and jobs through personal connections.  
I wrote an article while at Howard for Black College View's online newspaper about predominantly black institutions versus predominantly black ones; therefore, I ended up having to interview various students.  I interviewed teammates of mine who transferred from the big white schools, one the University of Tennessee and one the University of Pittsburgh.  I also interviewed a white guy on campus who was fairly popular and a member of the swim team.  My teammates explained how transferring to Howard was the best decision that they could've made.  That their professors and counselors at Howard all acted as if they really wanted them to do well and succeed while they received no sort of guidance at their former schools.  On the contrary, in talking to the white student, he felt that he was treated differently because he was white.  He felt that students looked at him funny on a daily basis.  I sympathized with him to an extent, but I also thought "welcome to our world on a daily basis." 

Oddly enough, that young man ended up transferring.  Not all HBCU's have a mix of students.  We did because the graduate programs and schools that we had, along with our hospital.  But regardless of the student mix, the faculty help is there.  You can always find someone willing to be in your corner for the long run.  I am now in my final year at Towson (I pray), and I recently ran into a situation where I needed a new chair for my thesis.  I could not get a professor, a director, anyone to answer any of my emails or phone calls for help.  For weeks I tried.  Then I finally scrolled through the faculty list, and emailed the ONE black professor in my department... who also received her Ph.D for an HBCU (HU *toot*toot).  After nearly a month of trying to get someone to help me, the one black professor responded to email in less than 24hours.  Everything continues to add to my beliefs.  Now I'm not saying you must attend an HBCU for all levels of your education, but having it in there somewhere can be life changing.  It's a true college experience.

Coming from an HBCU I feel more confident in myself and my abilities.  I understand how important it is to maintain my integrity and how my color is sometimes a factor, yet I can not let that get to my head.  In high school, I went through the same stigmas in attending an all-girl school.  The notion that I was somehow "missing out" on the real world.  But what people fail to understand is that being in a situation where you are not the minority for once is empowering.  The self-esteem that you gain and pride that you attain is remarkable.  According to the public, I shouldn't have any idea of how to handle the real world.   Poor Alicia, went to an all girl, then an all black school.  Yea right, I know how to handle situations better than most.  And now I am a professor myself, determined to give my students the support that I received at Howard and didn't receive at Towson. 

My friends, graduates of schools where they were the majority are killing the friends of mine who went with the "real world".  Just as in the "real world" your left to fend for yourself.  So they're still digging, trying to figure out how to get to the top, while my friends and I were shown how to duck and dodge, and make it there.  We were taught that mediocre is NOT an option.  You CAN and you WILL do BETTER.  Of course, all that I say here doesn't apply to every person and every situation.  I know people doing great things on all ends, black and white schools... but getting help a long the way is never a bad thing.  It just bothers me when I hear black adults today say that they don't want their kids attending a black school.  How dare you be a black person and look down on what your people have built so that your kids even have a choice of education today?  If blacks schools aren't your thing, then so be it but do not dare belittle all of them because of your own ignorance.  These HBCU's were at the forefront of producing a lot of the civil rights movements and great leaders that changed this country.  So here I stand as a proud graduate and supporter of an historically black college and university.  Happy Belated Birthday Howard University.  HBCU's I salute you!


List of HBCU's -- White House Initiatve
http://www2.ed.gov/about/inits/list/whhbcu/edlite-list.html