When I finished my Masters Degree, my grandmother unexpectedly announced to the family that I completed my Masters and graduated with a 3.94 GPA. She harped on the GPA because it was all A's and one B+. The B+ was 89.95 and I asked the professor to round it to 90 so I would get an A- and he told me to kick rocks.
The family's response was complete silence. Uncle, Aunt, Aunt in Law, Uncle in Law, cousins. My Aunt said "damn" and my Aunt in Law said something about never coming close to that in school. But not a single person said congrats, clapped, cheered or anything. None of them ever cared about school like that and some of them are heavy into "real nikka street shyt"
My mom of course was super happy for me and had been for weeks. I told her that I felt really awkward about grandma doing that and had I known she planned on doing that I would have asked her to not say anything out of fear of that response. I'm not the type that likes public recognition anyway.
Damn shame. This topic really stemmed off of the Crack Era and black folks, on a cultural anthropology level, went towards fast money and materialism back in the 80s.