So the past weekend was Round-Up Weekend here at the University of Texas. I went to it last year and I guess being a freshman made it that much better…Well anyways…what is Round-Up you may ask?? Welllllll technically…oh goodness I don’t know what it is technically supposed to be but I am going to explain it as an excuse for the Greek world to party for three days straight. The participants also are clad in insane amounts of neon clothing and phanny packs (spelling?) All of these rappers that are popular or were once popular come in and give these big concerts at the frat houses (Chamillionaire, Slim Thug, Ying Yang Twins, etc are just a few). From my experience last year it was very…how can I say it…white washed…in that I was one of very few black people. If you cut out the athletes, then I was one of two including my friend.
This year was completely different in one aspect. I am a year older and everything has changed. Frat parties feel juvenile and sort of pointless. The one I went to last year during Round-Up I thought was insanely fun, but this year when I went to it, it was just lame.
Now to my main point. Last year as my friends and I trolled the streets of West Campus. During this time I was constantly pointed out as being that black girl that went to Kingwood High School (A suburb of Houston). This year I was pointed out as having a fro. I got comments such as: “Whoa your hair is sick!” “You’re hair is badass!” Or my favorite…”Whoa…Yesssss” As they stare at the bushy halo that surrounded my hair. I didn’t think afros were some kind of, how can I say this, anomaly? That isn’t the right word, but it is all I can think of at the moment. It is like they have never seen one before. So yes, my hair is badass…exaggeration. But I just thought it funny that when I don’t do it, it gets attention.
Well that is all I had on my mind today until I think of something else 