Not too long ago I was an undergrad at Camp Trin Trin, enjoying waking up at 11am, oversized cheeseburgers and dorm parties.  During some of the homecomings, I got a chance to meet Black alumni and I was always like wow, they work, they have jobs.  So this past Saturday when I attended homecoming for the first time as an alumnus, it really hit me that I work, I have a job (in other words I’m getting old).

What eased this realization was that as I do get older, I can give more back, whether that be knowledge or financial support.  One of the current students I met during a alumni/student luncheon put on by the Black Alumni Organization, was interested in starting an Entrepreneurship Club on campus.  I was able to offer feedback and give her my card if she ever had questions or needed a guest speaker.  Without the knowledge I’ve acquired in the last couple years, I wouldn’t have been able to share that knowledge.  And sharing knowledge is almost as fun as acquiring it.  Maybe getting older isn’t as bad as they say.

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