You know... I been thinking a lot lately. When I decided to come to Howard, it was a purely monetary decision. Howard covered all of my expenses; tuition, room & board, fees, meals, and even books. Howard wasn't even one of my top choices before I got my award letter. I had heard about its reputation of being the "black Harvard," the number one HBCU, the birthplace of most of the Divine Nine, and so many other things. Initially to me, it was like "Oh, that's nice, but that's not why I'm coming here." But now, when I sit back and think about it, so many brilliant minds have matriculated here and are currently professors here. We've had visitors from all walks of life. Barack Obama, Oprah Winfrey, John Kerry, Nikki Giovanni to name a few that's been here in the 2+ years that I have. I'm privileged to be in this environment. That's inspiring to me. But I haven't been taking advantage of that. I haven't picked the minds of some of the world's foremost African-American scholars and artists. Scholars and artists who share their classrooms with me, many of whom have open-door office policies. Most of them hare their stories and are waiting for an eager student who wants to learn about their experiences. I'm not saying I totally disregard my professors and their views. Quite the opposite actually. When they speak, I'm intrigued. I just haven't developed those personal relationships that I would be able to continue long after graduation. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's because I don't ask questions unless I have a problem that I can't solve on my own or am just completely lost. That's hardly ever. Well, I think I would like to make a resolution to get to know at least one of my professors outside of class.
I'll let you know who I meet. Don't be jealous. Peace.
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