I remember thinking, "Why would you come to one of the great learning institutions of the world and then smoke all that weed?"
During freshman orientation, someone suggested we go to a frat party and I remember thinking, "They still have those?"
For a kid whose dad & uncles had gone to prison instead of college, it felt like the best opportunity I'd ever been given.
I went to junior high and high schools that were 80% black and many of my peers who were brilliant, hard-working students dealt with racism from teachers, cops, administrators that I never had to deal with.
I could just pass as something acceptable and receive their praise and faith.