For weeks, I blamed her for not being "Colombian enough," as if I had the credibility to determine who was or was not "enough" of their nationality. She didn't fit into the little box of Colombian stereotypes I created and it was driving me insane.
Just about 5 years ago, I would not have imagined that I'd be in school at an HBCU. Eventually, I discovered one of the perks of going to an HBCU. There are people there that want to help you, that is, if you want to be helped.