Why did I need to be put in line? Because I needed to be shocked out of my extravagant college expectations, which had been influenced by stereotypical "college" stories told by people reminiscing about their "glory days." My initial expectations had been clouded by this way of thinking: I shouldn't be in my dorm room every night; rather, I should be out partying every chance I get.
Despite the loss, I persevered. I decided to be the change we had so desperately wanted to see in the world. My dad was someone who listened. So to honor him now, I took his advice and assumed the strength of Assata Shakur. In doing so, I embraced the roots he planted. When my father died, an activist was born.
Unfortunately, I will probably spend my whole life disproving the stereotypes inside the minds of others. I will be forced to carry myself in a clean cut way that does not promote any triggers of black male stereotypes. In doing so, I will continue to be praised as an exception with compliments that don't feel like real compliments.