My sophomore year of high school was when I officially decided that I would attend Howard University. I literally wrote as one of my goals for that year, “attend Howard University and major in Journalism.” From that moment on I spent more of my free time than I’m willing to admit watching YouTube videos about everything that had to do with HU. My high school career was motivated by that one goal: get to Howard. I remember asking on Tumblr that year if it was too early to put “HU20” in my social media bios. A girl from the class of 2015 messaged me after and said “enjoy where you are now, once you get here shit just gets real.” When I first read it I took it nonchalantly, but it stuck with me and, now, I’m beginning to understand what she meant.
Both of my parents are Howard alumni, my mother of the School of Communications, my father from the School of Law, my answer to “how did you first become interested in Howard?”. Thinking back, they never really pushed the idea of going to Howard on me. I’d like to think that they just made Howard so much more accessible for me to learn about and then I fell in love with it on my own. I went to my first “Howard Event” at BisonFest, a freshman send off in Atlanta for the class of 2019 (Alumni were invited, so I went with my parents). I distinctly remember being anxious about going, not only to the event, but to Howard. As we were leaving, my dad asked “Are you afraid you won’t be ‘Black’ enough [for an HBCU]?” That was a valid question that did make me think a little bit, but that wasn’t it. I wasn’t sure if I would like Howard once I started to actually get involved with it.