The first weeks after students return to college campuses are always a period of unbridled revelry. Young adults who spent the summer in dead-end minimum wage jobs reunite with old friends and can once again entertain the possibility of getting laid on a twin XL mattress. Freshmen, free from parents’ watchful eyes for the first time, scramble to establish social circles and show their new friends how quickly they can poison themselves with Svedka and Bud Light. It is a time of new beginnings and crippling hangovers.
Well… what exactly did we expect?
Over the course of an unprecedented five-month quarantine, college students across America waited with bated breath for news about whether campuses would reopen or not for the Fall 2020 semester.
I am angry. I am heartbroken. I am done.
I am done telling my Black friends, colleagues, and family members that I am there for them, that I stand with them, and that I fight for them. I need to do more. I need to hold myself accountable.