High school graduation is a benchmark in everyone’s lives. It marks the beginning of your new life. Whether you’re going to college, the military, or you’re staying home and getting a job, that day you graduate from high school sets the tone for the rest of your life.
Many of you will leave high school and go to college. College is where you will form and develop lifelong friends. It’s amazing to me how little I contact and communicate with my high school friends, but I’m always engaged or communicating with people I went to college with.
The epicenter of college entertainment is the homecoming. Homecoming at an HBCU is like a family reunion that never ends. It’s a week of festivities that connect generations of people with common accolades and brings opportunity and circumstance to people in need or people who are social butterflies.
This year NCCU put on an epic homecoming and I was centered in the mix. Seeing friends and acquaintances from the past was very nice. I had conversations with people I’ve never met, and people I used to love. I had conversations with people who remembered me and people who went to school years before and after me. We all shared one thing and one thing only in common…. “WE ARE NCCU EAGLES.”
Gospel concerts, comedy shows, rap shows, marching bands, and tailgating festivities are all common at an HBCU homecoming. Friends, family, and photographs are the primary agenda and men and women shooting their shots from half court hoping to drop in a few buckets. I was actually surprised at the number of shots fired my way this weekend. Not that I feel as if I am unattractive but the women who were firing these shots were not even on my radar. They were extremely beautiful and in many cases much younger than I was.
Maybe all the working out I’ve done has been good for my aging process, or maybe they are just at a point in their lives when they just know what they like. Either way it was good to see so many people come home.
I can’t remember eating and drinking this much at any homecoming in a while. Seems like everywhere I went during the tailgate, party, or after party people wanted to feed me and buy me drinks. I made it through the entire week and I am sure I didn’t spend $40 all week.
Hopefully next year I go to homecoming and it’s more of the same. Except next year I don’t want to do it alone. We shall see as this year it was great but I said the same thing last year and the year before. I guess the older you get, the better it gets.