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My Favorite Memory
A story of my favorite memory.
My favorite memory brings me back to my junior year of college. I would sit in with my two best friends at our school’s Center for Diversity at the wee hours of the morning. We would go on about love interests, social issues, and life. And we would just enjoy each other’s company day in and day out trying to figure out how in the world do we navigate through an experience we called life. College was a drag, we were going to school at a predominantly white institution trying to survive as young black males in a world that didn’t want us.
The experience was eye-opening, life-changing, and exhausting all in one. Looking back on the memory, we were just trying to learn and grow around each other. We spent most of the time attempting to figure out who we were in these moments. We did that by just listening to old-school music, laughing, and joking about things that we probably can’t remember anymore. From a time that we really don’t want to go back to.
I remember these nights vividly, not the conversations, but the experiences. We would sit down and talk about everything under the sun. We weren’t supposed to be there at 3 or 4 in the morning, but nobody really checked for us. This place our sanctum, our sanctuary, it was a place for us to exist as who we were at the moment in time. We would construct our five-year plans. We would…
