So last week, I bumped into the advisee of one of my friends. We stopped for a chat, and the subject fell upon the fact that I was about to become a fourth year (Cue mandatory fourth year victory dance). The girl in question is now a rising second year, and she was really ecstatic about the prospect of soon leaving UVa. Seeing that she still had three whole years left, her comments took me by surprise. Bear with me as I explain.
I’ve noticed a trend: people cannot wait to leave UVa.
First years don’t really understand this feeling yet. I believe it creeps in, unconsciously, midway through your second year and blossoms during your third. I know that not everyone feels this way, but I feel it’s safe to say that the majority are just done with this place.
I hang out with some pessimistic folks, but in general most people get overly excited to get out of UVa. I can’t lie; this place can throw some of the toughest hardballs your way. UVa questions who you are as a person. By the time you pick up that diploma, you don’t expect to be the same person who moved into first year dorms. Yet, to get the diploma, UVa, and college in general, demands to test all areas of your life.
Personally, for a long time, I couldn’t stand UVa. As I watched friends from years ahead leave me behind as they graduated, I could not wait to finally be done with it. I don’t know how many of you are like me, but I believe that there are fewer who are like my friend “Die”.
“Die” is an international student and she can’t get enough of UVa. She hates the end of semesters, and can’t wait for the day she gets to return to the ‘Ville. To paraphrase many conversations we’ve had, this is her philosophy:
“I love it here. I couldn’t see myself anywhere else. It’s so much more fun and exciting. There’s nowhere else that I would rather be. If I could stay longer, I would”.
What she feels and believes was so foreign to me at one point. The black population tends to find fault with most things in this school, or should I say with each other: how it’s essentially racist, how we never support each other, how we always hate and gossip about what this other person is doing etc. I am a hater at heart, but I guess hearing the advisee speak in the same manner that I once did (Get me out of here!) made me feel weird.
It could be fourth year sentimentalism, who knows? At the end of the day, UVa is an amazing university. What I mean to say is that the UVa black student experience is like no other. AND black students at UVa are of a completely fabulous breed. Nowhere else in VA will you find a breed of such sexy and smart specimens of dark skin.
So, for the next few days, I (with some help from others) will give a four part “ode” series dedicated to black students and their life at UVA. From black men to the BB, it’ll all be covered. I put on for UVA. Look out for it.
*Ode: A kind of poem devoted to the praise of a person, animal, or thing. An ode is usually written in an elevated style and often expresses deep feeling. (Note: They won’t be in poem format)