I didn’t choose my college based on academics, location, or campus culture. I chose it to prove a point—and I didn’t even visit the campus. As a Gen Xer coming of age in the late ‘80s, college guidance wasn’t always about mentorship. For me, it was tangled in a mix of pride, misdirection, and a desperate need for validation from someone I shouldn’t have been trying to impress. My decision to attend the University of Tampa wasn’t about fit or opportunity. It was about showing my JROTC commander that I could do something he never acknowledged I was capable of doing. He encouraged another cadet—someone I cared about but knew I had outperformed academically—to attend UT, and I took it personally. I saw his silence about my achievements as a challenge. So I made it my mission to go there. I never asked about the school’s academic strengths. I never visited the campus. I never thought about whether I’d feel supported as a Black student at a small, predominantly white institution. All I car...
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