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Well, I went to Grambling for undergrad (in the late 80's) and when I got down there (all the way from Michigan), I was so excited to be associated with an HBCU with so much history. My excitement wore off real soon once I saw how money was being mismanaged and how nepotism ran rampant in the administration. Don't get me wrong, I am all for hooking people up, but they need to at least be QUALIFIED for the job.
At Grambling, our President left under strange circumstances and then that started a "revolving door" of Presidents for the next 15 years. Then we all heard about the accredidation fiasco, and Gramblinites know about the "buy a brick" scam leading up to our Centennial.....
Although I love "Dear Ole' Grambling", I look at it totally different now. I went back to homecoming recently and didn't recognize the campus or the atomosphere.
I went to Michigan State for grad school and while the social scene wasn't on and popping, a lot of things were handled differently. I registered in 5 minutes, over the phone. I had housing, I had my stipend/fellowship ready for me when I got there, and on and on and on. But strangely enough, even though I lived in Detroit after I graduated (1 hour away from MSU), I NEVER went to homecoming, but I would go all the way back to Louisiana for Grambling's homecoming or the Bayou Classic. I guess that speaks to the impact that HBCU's have on our lives.
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