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Why I Hate Howard’s Homecoming Weekend
It’s Howard University’s homecoming this weekend, right?
I think so.
You’re not sure?
No. I didn’t go to Howard and I don’t live in Washington, D.C., so I don’t have the Howard homecoming dates tattooed on my chest.
But you do think it’s happening this weekend. Why?
Well, I do have multiple friends and followers on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. And many of these friends and followers apparently went to Howard. And their activity online and offline has led me to believe that Howard is having a homecoming this weekend.
They’ve told you?
Let me just say this: Every conversation I’ve had with a Howard grad in the past two weeks has gone the exact same way.
Me: So how’s the new baby? Is she walking yet?
Them: When I go to the HU homecoming next weekend, should I rock the HU hoodie at the football game or just go with an HU bucket cap and a HU T-shirt? I’m thinking the bucket cup and the T-shirt, ’cause I’ll want to rock the hoodie at the post-game, tailgate day party.
But, this feeling isn’t unique to Howard. The Morehouse grads act the same way. As do the Spelman grads. And the Hampton grads. And the Florida A&M grads. And the North Carolina A&T grads. And the Jackson State grads. And the Morgan State grads. And, well, you get my point.
They all become the same insufferable and annoying a--holes whenever it’s time for their homecoming.
Well, it’s not really about them. You see, I didn’t go to an HBCU. I went to a medium-sized PWI (predominantly white institution) in upstate New York. And while I had a great time in college, I’ve never really felt much of a connection to that place. It’s just the place I happened to graduate from. I’ve never gone back for homecoming. Or any reunions. And I don’t plan to. When I get stuff in the mail from them asking for money, I use that paper to line my dog’s cage. Because it’s really high-quality paper.
So when I see my friends who graduated from HBCUs with these deep connections to and love for their colleges and universities—and not just the schools themselves but the histories, the alums, the traditions, the customs—I feel a bit of envy. I wish I had that type of relationship with the place embroidered on my bachelor’s degree.