Dear Prairie View... Blah blah blah blah blaaaaah.

Reflection

Before moving back to Colorado, I went to a school called Prairie View A&M University. It was the best and worst experience of my life.We had great times (when great times could be had). All of the other times where hell.Prairie View A&M is what most people consider an HBCU.An HBCU is a historically black college or university.On this campus I learned quite a few valuable things about Identity first hand here.Some of the things I learned were: no man stands alone, there is no single identity among masses and to battle these truths is practically suicide. See through the course of this semester I had many mishaps that happened to me.All of these led up to my remarkable realizations.MY first one was minute ,but non the less bothersome.Arriving on this campus, I was exposed to so much stuff I had never seen before. People actually flashed gang signs on this campus, people still did drive-bys ,and the people that didn't, faked being of that caliber toughness. My first experience was with a faker. A boy who stayed down the hall ,not too far from my room, got to know me through social groups we did for introductions during week one. He must of done some extreme psycho=analyzing that led him to believe that I was a punk. One day after dinner, Mr. happy go dummy, show up in my dorm trying to rob me in my dorm. I've always been sharp however, being a man who acts before he thinks or talks. I take his weapon in a little tussle (he wasn't a big guy). I ask him if he thought I was dumb as I continued to hit him and throw his weapon at him.By this point in the semester I had become known as Colorado. People knew I wasn't from the a "hood" because of how I dressed. Only few people where hood and the one's who weren't were only faking to be "hood" because they thought it was cool. I met many kids who where from well off black parents in Plano ,Texas. This is an extremely nice area. However, when they escaped their parents sights all manors when out the window. I watched personalities change in a matter of week once people found a group that would except them. This was so evident that a kid who came from Arkansas, who was at one point for the first week was very level headed with me, turned on me. Jeff was a small town kid who just liked baseball. That's what he was there to play. After hanging out with some older team mates who where more into the Houston, hip hop scene, he changed.Him and some baseball friends thought it would be cool to follow "Colorado" around campus on his long board until the 1st intersection he reaches (moving down hill). Once we all got to this point they all tried to speed up and stop with the nose of the car just barely in the intersection so I would clip the car. They thought it was extremely funny the moment before my board hit the car and I jumped perpendicular off my board onto the coming side walk to reach grass. I never had any bad blood with Jeff up until that point. People just started to chang. It was like in The Crazies ,or The Happening, where people change due to an unknown force. However in this case they are overrun by ignorance. My last and most ridiculous example was the girl fight. During a girl fight, I was riding my longboard at night. Appalled, but not shocked, I stop because I know the girls fighting. I also recognized everyone I knew surround this fight was supporting it.At this point, In comes logical, but probably a little stoned Eliot, and I stand on a car expressing how sad of scene this was. I then started calling out names of people who should have been better examples in preventing this and telling everyone to stop being dumb so we call all just leave with no problems.Before the fight continued people were sure to make sure that Eliot was ran off first. People started obliging to fight me because I was "talking shit". However, that was far from my intention. That campus is still the same today. And when I look back at it leaving was one of the greatest thing I did for me in that case. But the fact that people are so indignant in being sheeple is mind blowing to me. And until people stand up for themselves and stop doing what mass production tells them to do , or how to act, there is almost nothing anyone like me can do. At the rate people are going I believe we could easily see the majority develop into 1 true personality. The one thing we spent the whole 60's, early 70's some of the 80's and the 90's was avoiding the creation of a large body of human robots. Today it looks like our best talent is taking someone else's identity and passing it off to someone else. It's sad but true. People are finding it easier to adapt to being someone else , rather than putting in the "elbow grease" to be their own person.