• you can make up stories about how your family in Africa is royalty and the white people will stare in awe and believe you
• no one will ever comment on your ashiness, they don’t know what’s going on
• you can do any kind of bizarre sudden movement in close enough accompany to the rhythm of any song and the white people will be amazed at your hip dance moves and attempt to emulate
• everyone tries to recruit you for their intramural sports team and offers to pay your joining fees
• winning intramural sports championships every year
• a quick way to get an annoying classmate to shutup is to accuse all of their statements of having an underlying tone of racism. “dat’s racist.”
• close-knit black community on campus
• having a connection with that one black professor
• pulling the “race card” in almost any altercation ensures an easy exit
• the black lunch ladies in the cafeteria give you the best cuts of meat and more food than other students
• the black cashiers at on-campus restaurants give you free food
• freedom to be blunt and completely honest with people because they automatically expect you to be rude anyways
• everyone thinks you’re funny, because you’re black
• you can claim to be related to a famous dead black person and the white people will act like they respect you and your lineage lol 
• you can claim to be related to a famous black person who’s still alive and the white people will believe you and ask for an autograph
• getting the “family discount” from black student cashiers at the campus bookstore
• people want to be your friend because you’re black, everything you do and say intrigues them
• people avoid you because you’re black, but that’s ok because they’re racist dickheads anyways and they’re doing you a favor by keeping away
• you can make fun of the white students to their face and they’ll never catch on

…and this is how I cope.