By Dunni Ojumu Let’s talk about this t-shirt. Ever since I was little, my father has been bringing me back college t-shirts as souvenirs from his business trips. When he went to LA, he brought back a UCLA Medicine t-shirt. When he went to New Haven, he brought back a Yale hoodie. When he went to Boston, he brought back shirts from MIT and Harvard. When I was 13, these shirts started to pile up in my closet, and I was kinda annoyed because ya know...I was 13 and I wanted money. But they were comfortable and oversized, so I wore them to bed and on wash days and when I wanted to eat a large, messy bowl of spaghetti. But now that I am off to college, I realize that my father was not confused about what to get me, nor was he trying to annoy me by filling my hands with clothing instead of cash. With purpose, he sought out clothing for me to wear as a reminder, however subliminal, that my future was bright, regardless of how many classes I cried through and how many hours I spent studying ins
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