A Seat at the Table

Honesty hour

So after I graduated from undergrad I always imagined what it would be like if I went to an HBCU. HBCUs were always a topic of discussion anytime I met someone that went to one they always described the experience as remarkable and the best time of their lives. With every remark, I felt myself question my decision to not attend Howard University for undergrad when I was accepted. I choose a Pwi instead, but in the back of my mind, I wondered what life would’ve been like if for the first time I wasn’t the minority, but a part of the majority. So when I looked in graduate schools I only searched HBCU’s because I was dying to get that experience. In addition, I knew the rigorous nature of the program and I didn’t want to be the only black girl in the classroom I figured if I went to an HBCU I could relate more to my classmates and  I wouldn’t have to hide anything about me. When I say hide, I mean like I can change my hairstyle every week  without someone being like, “omg you cut your hair” or “can I touch it?” I’ve come to realize that regardless if I’m the minority or the majority I will make my presence known. I was on Twitter one day and someone had retweeted this quote on my timeline stating, Whenever you feel like you are the only Black woman in the room remember there is a crowd of Black women cheering you on and it’s impossible to feel alone when you have support from one another.