Every fall I do what most college alums do—Return back to their Alma Mater to celebrate the most anticipated day of the year, H O M E C O M I N G!!!!!!!!
Boy oh Boy! I just love homecoming season. It’s the perfect timing to see old college friends that you may have met during your elder teenage years. You’ll reminisce about the late night dinner dates in Blount Towers, where greasy, finger licking chicken boxes from Sunny’s or take-out from Stokos were the only thing on the menu. Or you’ll wish to be twenty-one again so you could dance into the wee hours of the morning without yawning at HammerJacks,Mate, or Club Trust. Or better yet, you’ll laugh about the times how you would rush to campus before 3PM on a Wednesday to chill in the canteen in McKeldin or hangout on the bridge just to be seen by your boy or girl crush or chant the loudest Greek song.
This Morgan Bear, couldn’t wait to relive those moments from my early twenties with all of my Morgan State University family and friends.
It was Homecoming 2014.
My school. My Historical Black College and University. My Alma Mater where I created some of my best memories, overcame a hurdle of obstacles, developed life long friendships, had a few of my wildest nights, partied like it was nobody’s business, learned how to stretch a dollar, achieved some my highest goals, made dreams come true, and birthed into a Morgan Lady.
By attending homecoming, I was reassured on who I was, am, and will be. I AM MORGAN MADE and I wouldn’t have it any other way.