“I call it the O-Generation,” Corinne mutters. “O-Generation?” “Y’know,” she says with a mouthful of rice. “The children of Oprah and Obama.” I instantly understand what she means. Being Black at a school like FATE comes with a certain burden sometimes. The constant notion to prove yourself as truly exceptional to shake off the affirmative action cloud floating over your head, that unfun and constant fear that other people think you’re only where you are because of lowered expectations.
