The Aftermath: Berea College Homecoming 2015

Hey everyone! Hope you’re doing well. My original post didn’t save so I am rewriting it now 😦 I had the pleasure of returning to my home of four years this weekend. My dear friend Katie was sweet enough to pick me up and take me with her to Kentucky for homecoming. I’ll keep this post short and sweet. I’m thankful to my Berea College family for seeing the swan in me when I only saw the ugly duckling. The professors and students greatly impacted the woman I am today. Without my experience both on campus and abroad I wouldn’t be half of the thinker or nearly as compassionate as I am today. My mind, eyes, and heart were all opened during my four years at this liberal arts institution. In retrospect, I can envision myself growing the way that I did at Berea, elsewhere. Most importantly, I learned that I am and can be a powerful agent of change. I have power. My existence is meaningful. I have purpose. Simply stated, I can! 

We went to see the pageant. I have the honor of being the 43rd Black Student Union Pagent Queen. This is important because black students for sometime weren’t allowed to be apart of homecing court. We had to create our own platform. I am apart of that legacy. It was great to see the wonderfully gifted contestants display their talents. 

We packed enough clothes for an entire winter!!! 

After the pageant, we went to Applebee’s for drinks! The Bahama Mamas are awesome! 

I attended Berea Fest, The Black Music Ensemble fall concert, the homecoming game, and the homecoming dance. 

Faux Fur- Catos, Boots- Payless, Everything else- Walmart 

Le’Shae is my favorite person! I’m glad I got to see her! 

I enjoyed seeing Markcus and Nicole! 

Faux Fur- Sears, Jumpsuit/ Shoes- Torrid 

Do you all like my outfit? 
A bursted bubble: 

The bubble definitely is a great place. Still it has its flaws. While there, I saw a red truck that had a huge Congederate flag. The owners were terrorizing students on campus as they crossed the street. I have to remove my rose colored glasses for a few minutes. I was absolutely sickened by this incident. The Berea kids of 2015 are still experiencing the same fear that I did beginning in 2010. Who will advocate for them when the police in Berea won’t? How is public safety and college helping the students or turning a blind eye to this blatant attack of black / non-white students? I feel so helpless. Something has to happen. Some resolution must occurs. My fellow bereans deserve to live in peace. 

The world is disturbed. The people in power in this world are disturbed. Oppression and hate are strong. I’m on a journey to discover how I can make it better. What can I do? How can I, a singular agent, create real change? 
 What are your thoughts on the events happening right now? 
What are you doing to create change? 
In the aftermath of a major event or  period of time, how do you move in the right direction? 
As a college graduate, I am asking myself this. Life after college is hard. I’m thankful to Berea along with my fellow bereans, for helping me realize that I can. I can do anything. I can survive anything. I have power. I am powerfu! 

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My name is Nora. I am a 30 year old Nashville native. By day, I am a #corporaterebel in the Talent Acquisition and Human Resources Industry, In my spare time, I am a plus-size blogger, Youtuber, and social media influencer. On my platform, I discuss beauty, fashion, faith, lifestyle, and everything that I encounter and experience as a young black woman who is building her empire. In my free time, you can catch me playing Sims, binging Netflix and Hulu, enjoying a bottle of sweet wine, enjoying #foodie life, getting my beauty rest, or out styling and profiling.

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