22 Signs You Went To A Small Liberal Arts College In The Middle Of Nowhere

As if it came out of my own mind…

Thought Catalog

1. Everyone was over-involved to the point of not being able to effectively get anything done and really proud of that for some reason.

2. There was a subculture of people lurking around the hallowed gates of your campus and you called them the townies. Sometimes, when you wanted to look like one, you wouldn’t shower for two days and wear sweatpants that were tight around your ankles and to go the diner.

3. Speaking of, there was basically one diner that everybody ended up at around 2-4 am, and about two bars to choose from before that. But always a really hip coffee shop nearby, because liberal arts.

4. The joke was entirely on you at the end of the day, because when you chose to attend this school, you thought you were entering a community of open-minded people who were also there to sit in small classes and thoroughly…

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Language and Italian Conversations

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Buon pomeriggio,

 So today we have begun to get deep, deep, deep into the Italian language and let me tell you, it has been kicking my ass. Attempting to conjugate the verbs and adverbs is just insane to me. The good thing is that I have been able to chat with my house mother and her daughter a bit more. The words that are taught in class have definitely been more helpful to me and I am grateful as hell for that. I left class yesterday and was in a “language-fog” because I was soooo overwhelmed with the language that we learned. Let me tell, we have this class first thing in the morning (9am) until midday at 12:15 and to have to learn language when I am not a morning person has been the hardest for me. While at Guilford I have always made it a point to NOT have any classes that began before 11am, just because I know how long it takes me to wake up and get my brain going. But here….Naw Son

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..no such luck. You wake up at the crack of dawn, normally about 6:30, have breakfast and then hit the bricks en route to The Scuola.

    I have enjoyed the class as a whole though because it allows me to understand the host family and the people that pass me on a regular or those that ask me about Lil Wayne (why I am the authority on Lil Wayne I will never know; lmao) I’m not gonna lie I do get a chuckle inside when I’m approached by Italians and they begin to question me about the state of hip hop back in the States. I told a group of them yesterday after class, when approached while walking through the Campo, that I felt that hip-hop was placed on life-support in 1996 after Tupac was shot and finally died along with Biggie in 1997.

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   Of course they took it hard and looked at me like I had said something derogatory about the Pope, but I broke it down for them and they finally got it, and seemed to agree to an extent. The problem is that they are not feed the minutia of what Americans call “hip-hop” here so they don’t understand how “watered down” the industry has become. Anyway it was a great chance to have a conversation with them about one of my many passions and also to see how they relate or have the lack thereof of the music that we listen daily. As I told, “right now, somewhere in the United States, there is a man cleaning out his garage and starting his own new label named No Cars Allowed Records, it is that plentiful when it comes to rap in the States.

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They laughed. I laughed. So we all then laughed together. Isn’t that what it’s all about? Finding more things in common to laugh about than not? I think so. Anyway, I shall return soon….same Black Channel….same Black time

Glad to help, young Italians,

TCBM

Ciao

Siena, Italy sunrise

Siena, Italy sunrise

So, I have not been able to blog for the past ten to eleven days because I have been getting my act together to study abroad. YAYYYYYYY!!  At the moment I am in Siena, Italy. I have been here with a group of 15 other students from Guilford College and if i must say so myself, it’s not going bad.

I thought when I arrived that I was going to be an outcast (not the cool Big Boi or Andre 3000 type) and not have any interaction with the locals and would stick out like a sore thumb. I did something that I normally don’t do when I haven’t experienced something prior to “making the trip across the pond,” and that is going online and reading blogs and other spontaneous posts in reference to being a person of color abroad amongst Italians. The information I read ran the gamut from Blacks being hated and thrust to the curb to only Black women being accepted. Not true at all. I have not had any issues with being outcast, although I may be too busy loving the scenery and exploring the city at my leisure to notice and then give two fucks about what others around me are thinking. I have always been one to be able to be a loner and still have fun (thanks to my solo upbringing) so this has been a total gas, Bro. Maybe if I was the type of person to worry about what others thought about me I would agree with the posts I read previously and believe that I should just become a hermit inside the luxurious apartment that we have been so graciously afforded, keeping my blackness to myself hidden between four walls with no opportunity to enjoy my surroundings. BUT NO! That’s not me.

I am enjoying the stay thus far and will share the experiences of The Clarified Blackman (TCBM) abroad as I have the time.

Buon giorno,

TCBM