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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

#shouldawentaHBCU




So I think this whole heated debate started with a couple harmless tweets about OU homecoming:


I hate that all the HBCU alum & students on my timeline are crunk about Homecoming and I can't relate

1:03 PM Oct 13th via Echofon


Today's OU homecoming festivities consisted of free fruit on the South Oval. #shouldawenttoaHBCU

1:04 PM Oct 13th via Echofon




From there, for the last week or so, I've been in conversation with #afewofmyfollowers about the idea of HBCU vs. PWI, the quality of education and the culture experience. I was shocked to learn that a lot of my peers (African American peers at that) thought that attending a PWI better prepared them for the corporate world and felt as though attending HBCU would have put them at disadvantage professionally.Some of my peers also there are only advantages that HBCU had over an PWI are social (i.e. parties, greek life etc). Needless to say, I was appalled . SOO I wanted to bring some more people into this debate because I'm sure I can't be the only one who's jaw dropped at these statements.


The Question (or questions):

1. Are PWI's better than HBCU's?

2. Does an African American student gain a better "real world" experience attending a PWI as opposed to HBCU?

3. What advantages do African American students receive from attending a PWI over an HBCU and vice versa?


You really don't have to read any further to tell me WHAT DO YOU THINK

but keep reading if you want to know what I think.

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Let's rewind. Before I give you my opinion, here is some background information that you should be aware of in regards to this discussion.


What is an HBCU?

An HBCU is an historically black college or university. The first HBCU's were founded after the civil war and principal mission was, and is, the education of black Americans according to Higher Education Act of 1965. Most of these institutions were founded in former slave states because the public universities in the area would not admit African American students. Though these institutions were established in the interest of African American students, enrollment in these institutions are not limited to African Americans. The term PWI refers predominately white institutions where these African American students were once denied admission to or any college or university whose Caucasian enrollment outnumbers the enrollment of any other ethnic group.


What I think:

If you as you ask me do I think predominately white institutions are better than historically black colleges and universities I will answer you with a resounding HELL NO! I will say that attending a PWI offers different academic experience, but better, I think not. Sadly, a lot of people suffer from a "just because it's white means it's better mentality". I've heard too many of OU students say "I went to OU because I want my degree to mean something" as to imply that a degree from an HBCU wouldn't hold as much weight, which is wrong in my opinion. The logical thing to do is evaluate each institution on a case by case basis. A bad school is a bad school whether it is black or white. But if you compare an academically sound PWI with an academically sound HBCU, HBCU's compete and in some cases trump PWIs.


Saying a PWI better prepares students for the "real world" better than an HBCU can is equally as outrageous as to me for many reasons, first of which is retention. An African American student is more likely to complete a 4 year degree from a HBCU than PWI. When PWI can only retain 15-20% of African American students long enough to complete a degree, how can one argue that they are more equip to prepare students from the "real world"?


I would also argue that HBCUs produce more culturally well rounded students than PWIs. Beyond the academic education HBCUs offer, the cultural education is unmatched especially for African American students who have spent their entire academic careers in predominately white enviroments. I personally feel that PWIs push African American students to assimilate as a means to succeed, but I think that's a separate discussion. In any case, the networking opportunities that HBCUs offer African Americans students have yet to be matched by PWIs... I really could go on and on, but I'm going to stop here. I really am interested to see if I stand alone in thinking this things.


WHAT DO YOU THINK


Some Extra Reading: (That I don't necessarily agree with)

http://chronicle.com/blogs/innovations/why-do-we-have-hbcus/27506?sid=at&utm_source=at&utm_medium=en

http://www.colostate.edu/Depts/SAHE/JOURNAL2/2001/Challenges.htm

Friday, October 1, 2010

Dope Music

If music was a drug, I'd smoke it all day,

get high off it's melody

blaze with it's beats

and hallucinate through metaphors

tripping out on dope beats like dope feins

with tracks marked by the streets



If music was a drink, I'd stay drunk off my ass

throwing up lyrics

and pour more entendres in my glass

woozy with the head phones like a drunk with no class

punchlines like doubleshots

hooks like long necks

16 bars like 16 bottles in VIP with reserved tables, sections, and stars



If music was sex, I'd probably be a hoe

and I'd keep coming back to it begging and begging for more

new players

new positions

new potentials

trying to decide if I like it better when it's complex or simple

volume erections followed by

instant eargasisms

3 to 5 minutes of extacy

satisfaction, never leaving disappointing me



If music was love, I definitely be head over heels

public displays of affection translated by labels of parental discretion

the one four threes, the L-O-V-Es

over taking

controlling

and addicting me to

Dope Music.


Thursday, September 30, 2010

#ThingsIveLearned Pt.II

#ThingsIveLearned You can't expect somebody do something you aren't willing to do yourself

#ThingsIveLearned To be comfortable being uncomfortable

#ThingsIveLearned That you can't change people, you can really only work on yourself

#ThingsIveLearned To let the PAST stay in the PAST

#ThingsIveLearned People are strategically placed in your life for reasons & seasons. Stop messing with the timing.

#ThingsIveLearned Jealousy is a weak emotion, rooted in insecurities.

#ThingsIveLearned ACTIONS speak louder than WORDS

#ThingsIveLearned You can't replace quality people. You just find cheap imitations

#ThingsIveLearned You cannot run from your destiny

#ThingsIveLearned If you brand yourself, people will buy into it

#ThingsIveLearned I am my own best critic

#ThingsIveLearned Change is the only consistent thing in life.

#ThingsIveLearned It truly is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all

#ThingsIveLearned Distance does make the heart grow fonder

#ThingsIveLearned Sometimes its better to listen to you heart than your head

#ThingsIveLearned Everybody is NOT worthy of your friendship

#ThingsIveLearned To lean not on my own understanding

#ThingsIveLearned Being alone doesn't mean you have to be lonely

#ThingsIveLearned Not to settle for less than I'm worth

#ThingsIveLearned To be comfortable with not being well liked as long as I'm respected

#ThingsIveLearned To challenge authority

#ThingsIveLearned To listen to that small still voice

#ThingsIveLearned You are as beautiful as you feel

#ThingsIveLearned God don't make no mistakes....


Thursday, July 29, 2010

#nowplaying Summer 20ten

#nowplaying
  1. “All I Do Is Win (remix)”- DJ Khaled & everybody and their mama
  2. “Miss Me”- Drake featuring Lil Wayne
  3. “Set Me Free”- Lloyd featuring Mystikal
  4. “Bet I Bust”- B.O.B.
  5. “Lose My Mind (remix)”- Young Jeezy featuring Drake
  6. “I’m Looking For Ya”- Big Boi & Andre 3000 featuring Sleepy Brown
  7. “Up All Night”- Drake featuring Nicki Minaj
  8. “Blowing Money Fast”- Rick Ross
  9. “I’m Back”- T.I.
  10. “I’m Beaming”- Lupe Fiasco
  11. “Shutterbug”- Big Boi
  12. “Who Dat”- J. Cole
  13. “Studio Lovin”- Wiz Khalifa
  14. “Live Fast, Die Young”- Rick Ross featuring Kanye West
  15. “Power”- Kanye West featuring Dwele
  16. “Higher”- J.Cole
  17. “Jump Up In The Air (Stay There)”- Erykah Badu featuring Lil Wayne
  18. “All I Want Is You”- Miguel featuring J. Cole
  19. “Fall In Love”- Estelle featuring Nas & John Legend
  20. “Repercussions”- Lauryn Hill
  21. “Closer”- Corrine Bailey Rae
  22. “Turn Me Away (Get Munny)”- Erykah Badu
  23. “Maybach Music III”- Rick Ross featuring T.I. & Erykah Badu
  24. “Free Mason”- Rick Ross featuring Jay-Z
  25. “Unforgettable”- Drake featuring Young Jeezy
  26. “Premeditated Murder”- J. Cole
  27. “Contemplate”- Wale featuring Rihanna
  28. “Fear”- Drake
  29. “90210”- Wale
  30. “Light Up”- Drake ft. Jay-Z
  31. “Out My Mind, Just In Time”- Erykah Badu
  32. “Ambitious Girl”- Wale




Wednesday, June 30, 2010

In Between Pt 1

In between
Limbo
Hanging in the balancing
Awaiting sentencing sort of thing
Vastly surround and encamped by nothing

Hard part is being stuck next to the rock in between that other thing

In between jobs
In between weeks
Stuck with in between people
In between sheets
In between lies
Bouncing back and for in between lows and highs
Sliding down a slippery slope of the unknown
Again in limbo
Lost, on pause, and postponed.

See between me and you, in between has me wondering through bad situations, wrong paths and uncertain things.

In between is one side of wrong and the other side of right
On the left of being in the middle of it all
And to right of lonely nights
Stuck in a web
Caught in the moment
Trapped in thoughts
Lost in emotions
And captured with words.
Subject no verb

In between
Limbo
Hanging in the balancing
Awaiting sentencing sort of thing
Vastly surround and encamped by nothing

But between is open
Unconnected
Undistracted
Stationary
Vulnerable

and in a place of expecting...

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

My [Projects]


You can find us beyond the urine filled elevators and up the graffiti tagged staircases. Journey pass the crack heads itching and drug dealers pitching. Walk around Bae-Bae’s kids and ignore the baby momma drama, and you’ll find us on the roof probably rocking paraphernalia that says something about Obama. Reflecting and thinking, maybe blowing square, as we sit up there, the masters of these projects, the many towering volumes of these unseen dreams, working and perfecting our craft as the superintendents of our personal self-esteem, speaking on visions of our lives and the world that only we’ve seen.

These are the projects of DJ “what’s his name” and MC “such and such” standing in his bedroom spitting his life and rhymes into a borrowed laptop for his myspace following, while he’s following his dreams as far open mics and talent shows can take em. Talent bubbling in his heart, confined, trying to break him. “Hip Hop Saved my Life” becomes his anthem, as Lupe paints this picture that only he can truly fathom. He spits his words over other somebody else’s beat. He and his boys are the street teams. They pound the pavements carrying their message with their feet. No grind no shine is on repeat in his mind. He refuses to trade it all for catchy beat and hook that rhymes. Instead he keeps broadcasting the reality of these hard times, a prose of sort that just so happens to rhyme.

These are the projects of the descendants of great thinkers, the baby Einsteins, the black Aristotles, the brown Socrates, the mini Cornell Wests writing their ghetto dissertations expressing their disgust with the current state of this supposedly united nation. Right fists in the air, middle finger to the law, words of fire being spit from their jaw; lawless, powerful, revolutionary rhetoric, message of truth directly from the few who are willing to tell it. They are street philosophers, uncertified hood doctors, professors of life, whose accomplishments include their knowledge of the lay man’s strife. Their words that brew within give us the audacity of hope, the boldness to dream, and the constant reminders that we are not forever slaves, but in fact the children of kings.

These are the projects of the engineers of the new millennium renaissance who pour the richness of their hearts out on the page. They live by Shakespeare’s words. They are the players and all the world is a stage. Their imagination runs wild painting vivid pictures of men, women, and every child. Their arsenal includes endless notebooks and journals, novels and memoirs of high literary merit, locked in loaded, but tucked in drawer like a pistol with no opportunity to share it. They are forever romanticizing the endless possibilities of existence by creating beautiful metaphors about the depths of the human spirit.

These are the projects of the great Spanish Harlem artists, the coffee shop designers, the runway hair gurus, the inspirers of Alvin Alley, the mo better blues saxophonist, the Spike Lees before do the right thing, the Alicias looking for their keys, the producers with the Kanye beats, the seventeen year old senators, the away from the pulpit ministers who all dwell in these in these projects, sitting on the rooftop looking out on the cities of their dreams.

They ignore their surroundings, send their minds past the defiling stench of their neighborhood, shake off the strongholds of ghetto mentalities and defy the status quo. Yes, you can find us beyond the urine filled elevators and up the graffiti tagged staircases. Journey pass the crack heads itching and drug dealers pitching. Walk around Bae-Bae’s kids and ignore the baby momma drama, and you’ll find us on the roof probably rocking paraphernalia that says something about Obama.

We’re writing songs of the revolution, painting murals of the new black man, writing poems about our aspirations and preaching to anybody who can understand. We are the forgotten youth, the unsigned hype, the literate blacks using the power to read and write. You can find us sitting on top of our projects, reflecting and thinking, maybe blowing square, as we sit up there, the masters of these projects, the many towering volumes of these unseen dreams, working and perfecting our craft as the superintendents of our personal self-esteem, speaking on visions of our lives and the world that only we’ve seen.