It’s 9:50 a.m. and class just got out. A little less than half the class head towards the door and pat themselves down in search for the pack of smokes of their choice. I continue to walk towards the parking lot and see that there are tons of students like me who turn to cigarettes as a second breath to all the stress of school.
Druids, healers and tanks; mana, weapons and spells; servers, realms and quests. These are usually topics of conversations that happen online: World of Warcraft, related forums, or even normally unrelated instant messages.
As an African American woman who has, at least partially, come up in the public school system, Black History month and an occasional chapter on the Civil Rights Movement was about the only time I can remember talking about African American influence upon the blessed United States of America. Now that I am older and in college, any exposure to my history must come from either me choosing to research it myself or by catching the occasional McDonald’s commercial or network special. Throughout February, however, I can hardly say the media is inundated with talks of Black History. As February comes to a close, I find myself asking: Even if it were, would this be enough?
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