As I’m doing a daily perusal of CNN.com, I make my way to the “Law” section of the webpage.
And I find this article.
And my jaw drops. Does it REALLY say “Smith baby daddy”?!? Insert shock here. Since when does slang make its way into a place such as CNN.com?
Does anyone else think this is ridiculous? Journalism folk, please weigh in…
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…
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…
Today marks two years since I sat in Kenan Stadium with some of my best friends and turned my tassel, becoming a graduate of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Three days ago, I became a graduate again; this time from the University of Georgia where I earned my Masters degree in Social Science Education.
As I sat in Stegeman Coliseum, I became slightly overwhelmed. I had been feeling the pressure of graduating for a while. Perhaps, moreso the anxiety, as my family and friends would question me about where I was going to work and live post May 12. However, as I sat there, partially in disbelief that this was really happening to me, I also felt a wave of emotion. Being so completely grateful to God for such an enormous blessing, feeling pride in knowing how proud my grandmother would be if she could have been there, feeling extremely blessed to be surrounded by so many people that have loved and supported me unconditionally over the years. This was all compounded by the graduation address of Ms. Mary Frances Early, the first African-American to graduate from the University of Georgia in 1962 with her Masters degree in Music Education. She gave a brief, but meaningful expression of her time at UGA; which was most definitely the icing on the cake.
This weekend was beautiful to me, not because of my accomplishment (which I am very proud of), but because it was yet another way that I was reminded of all the ways that God cares for us and blesses us. While I am generally aware of God’s blessings and handiwork in even the smallest of situations, I felt that I experienced a small dose of the magnitude of love that God has for me via friends and family. So amazing…
This weekend is also significant because many of my dear friends turned their tassels this weekend, as a part of UNC’s Class of 2007. I’m so excited for them as they venture into the world to make their dreams come true. Last year I wrote a list of “What I’d Wish I’d Known Before I’d Graduated”, and now I’ll do a part two. Enjoy:
What I’d Wish I’d Known Before I’d Graduated, Part Two:
1. You Must Live for Yourself
Part of the experience of being in college is learning what you like and what you don’t like. This can include a wide range of things- people/personality traits that you like/don’t like, foods, movie genres, book genres, churches, etc. There are so many things going on in college that you get to explore, that is natural for extracurriculars to be a second and third major. And that’s how it should be. However, we spend a lot of time in college still being stifled by the dreams that our parents have for us. While it’s natural to want to please our parents (birth, adoptive, surrogate, or whatever), we are only given one life to live- and we must live that life for ourselves. Life gives us too much to enjoy to spend time trying to live someone else’s dreams. Live for yourself. It might cause stress with your parents, but you’ll sleep better at night because you’re happy that you followed your own dreams and the path crafted for you.
2. You MIGHT NOT have a Job right away…and your dream job could be further (or closer) than you think…
One of the joys of college is that it builds you up. You’re consistently told that your class was the first class to do this, the most talented class since 1864, etc. And you know some pretty fabulous people within your class. People who are doers, who make things happen; people that you would definitely vote “most likely to succeed” or “most likely to change the world”. Hey, you may have been one of those people, yourself. But, as I’m learning now that dream job may not fall into place right after graduation. You might have to take another path than the one you had previously planned. You might have to take a job where you are overqualified and underpaid, to make sure that your bills are paid. No worries- at the right time, the right job will fall into place. Don’t let others force you into a job that’s not right for you because it’s available. When the right job comes, you’ll know it.
3. There’s Much to be Enjoyed in the Simple Things
In college, experiences flow freely. There are always people up for wild road trips and lavish spring breaks. When I think of the amount of money I wasted on some ridiculous things that I “needed”, I cringe. The post-graduate life (after all the graduation money is gone) may not be as lucrative. There are no refund checks coming every semester, so funds must be budgeted and spent wisely. Luckily, most places have a variety of cultural opportunities that are minimal in cost. Check out the local botanical gardens. Explore jazz evenings at a restaurant. Go hang out at Borders and Barnes and Noble. It doesn’t have to be elaborate to be enjoyed.
4. Your Destiny is MOST LIKELY not Where You Think It Is
Throughout college, I had ideas of where I would be post-grad, what I’d be doing and how I’d be on my way to being a superstar. None of those ideas involved me moving to another state and venturing out on my own for graduate school. I was quite comfortable with my life where it was. However, what I learned was that you have to go get your destiny. You have to desire it. You have to chase after it. It’s not going to meet you at Starbucks. And while your destiny probably isn’t where you think it is, there is much to be learned while you’re out trying to find it. Such is the beauty of life.
Well, that’s all I’ve got for now. I’m excited for the Class of 2007. You all are going to be great leaders and changers of the world, much like those who have come before you. And as I said in the initial “What I Wish I’d Known” post, you’re prepared for everything you’re about to encounter. It may be difficult, but just press on a little while longer. I’m praying for you. Be encouraged!
Readers, what other things did you wish you knew before you graduated from college?
I don’t know how I feel about this. Y’all help me out here…
According to this article from CNN.com, a steakhouse in Kentucky refused to serve O.J. Simpson. Article excerpt:
The owner of an upscale steakhouse said he asked O.J. Simpson to leave his restaurant the night before the Kentucky Derby because he is sickened by the attention Simpson still attracts.
“I didn’t want to serve him because of my convictions of what he’s done to those families,” Jeff Ruby said in a telephone interview Tuesday.
“The way he continues to torture the lives of those families … with his behavior, attitude and conduct,” he added.
Hmmm…post your comments, I wanna know what you think.
According to MSNBC.com, the University of California system has reached a milestone by declaring that it is now “race-blind” in the admissions process.
After reading this article, I’m not too pleased. Here’s an excerpt:
The debate over affirmative action begins with how you define affirmative action.
To Connerly, it’s a system of “racial preferences” that drive a wedge between people. To his opponents, it’s a way to recognize that not everyone starts with the same advantages.
The debate came to UC in 1995 when, in a bitterly contested 14-10 vote, the system’s governing Board of Regents voted to stop looking at applicants’ race, effective for graduate students in 1997 and for undergrads the following year.
In 1996, Connerly took the movement statewide with Proposition 209, which banned consideration of race in public hiring, contracting and education.
I suppose that whenever arguments like this come up, I get a tad bit frustrated because I feel that race DOES matter. It determines, in some senses, what your experiences in the world are, how your perspectives are shaped and maintained. I don’t want people to blind to my race. I want you to see it. We don’t need to be race-blind. We need to be race-tolerant. We need to be at a point where we accept people and love them for their differences, and in order to do that, we need not attempt to be blind to them.
What do y’all think?
