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an ignited flame.
“I brought you here today to test you for H.I.V & a case of Syphilis,” she said lightly simultaneously locking eyes with mine.
The room dimmed, as her lips sped 70 miles per hour and the lights faded into the background. There were no staging, mics or lights. It was the table bed, Dr. Moore & I. The words vacated from her mouth like Charlie Brown’s mother, and my ears closed off every word she spoke.
“Strangers with Soda featuring Delmar”
I forced myself to stay awake in Calculus, considering my second attempt in the class. But Professor Short’s monotonous voice easily puts me to sleep, and no idea what the hell she is talking about. I always sign up for the driest professors for difficult subjects. The image of her writing on the board with a million runs in her stockings irks my brain, and who still wears clog heels? They are so 1998!
“Delmar, you better wake your ass up boy,” a girl whispered behind me.
“Girl, I am trying to but she is late,” I whispered.
“She is what,” she asked scrunching her face.
“Nothing girl! You have to pay it.”
“Pay what,” she asked as I ignored her and pulled my phone out to check I had three missed calls from an unknown number.
“Mr. Boar, I need for you to put that phone away in my class,” Professor Short said.
“But it was an emergency text. My grandmother fell down the steps again,” I lied as the class proceeded with laughter.
“Well if there’s an emergency then you need to step outside of my class. I’m sorry about your grandmother falling downstairs, if it is even true. But this is your third time telling me a similar story; maybe it’s time for you to come up with another,” she said while the class instigated chunter with ‘oooh’s’.
“Actually, it is none of your business. Your job is to teach me, while I learn! But if you were not so boring, I wouldn’t have to text anyone,” I subconsciously responded.
“Mr. Boar, please withdraw from my class before you leave the campus today. Unless you want me inform the Dean first, take your pick.”
“Oh girl, you are overreacting. I need this class.”
“Well, you can find another professor who will tolerate your disrespect because I refuse to,” she said as I gazed at the red lipstick on her bunny rabbit teeth. I grabbed my Gucci backpack & walked down the escalated stairs to exit the class, while my classmates retained their laughter.
I walked outside the room and felt depraved. The last thing I desired for my parents to discover I was dismissed from a class for ‘disorderly conduct’. They are not paying college tuition for the hell of it!
“Excuse me, can you tell me where the Financial Aid office is,” a brown skin guy asked. He appeared to be at least in his late 20s, hiding behind black framed eyeglasses, like a typical dork. In contrast, he held thug appeal styled in an orange thermal top, a winter vest, sweat pants & Total Orange Bo Jacksons.
“Actually, I do not. Financial Aid says my parents make too much money, so I have no reason to go there.”
“Okay, I didn’t ask all of that. But thanks anyway,” he said walking pass me to get to the soda machine towards the main door. Did this nerd dismiss me? Is this “I Give Two Shits about Delmar Day”?
“That was really rude, you know,” I said walking towards the soda machine staring him in his face.
“Well, I was just giving you what you gave me. Is there a problem,” he asked as I gagged at his smart mouth. I did not expect this at all from him.
“Damn, it’s no reason for you to be an ass. There is no problem.”
“Good, I only wanted your number. Nothing more, nothing less,” he smiled pushing the Sprite button on the machine.
“What? Oh, you have the wrong party sir,” I watched him pick the bottle up from the machine and pop the cap off.
“Wrong party? Oh, I apologize. Did not mean any disrespect,” his face suddenly dropped and voice deepened.
“I am only fucking with you. Give me your
“I brought you here today to test you for H.I.V & a case of Syphilis,” she said lightly simultaneously locking eyes with mine.
The room dimmed, as her lips sped 70 miles per hour and the lights faded into the background. There were no staging, mics or lights. It was the table bed, Dr. Moore & I. The words vacated from her mouth like Charlie Brown’s mother, and my ears closed off every word she spoke.
“Strangers with Soda featuring Delmar”
I forced myself to stay awake in Calculus, considering my second attempt in the class. But Professor Short’s monotonous voice easily puts me to sleep, and no idea what the hell she is talking about. I always sign up for the driest professors for difficult subjects. The image of her writing on the board with a million runs in her stockings irks my brain, and who still wears clog heels? They are so 1998!
“Delmar, you better wake your ass up boy,” a girl whispered behind me.
“Girl, I am trying to but she is late,” I whispered.
“She is what,” she asked scrunching her face.
“Nothing girl! You have to pay it.”
“Pay what,” she asked as I ignored her and pulled my phone out to check I had three missed calls from an unknown number.
“Mr. Boar, I need for you to put that phone away in my class,” Professor Short said.
“But it was an emergency text. My grandmother fell down the steps again,” I lied as the class proceeded with laughter.
“Well if there’s an emergency then you need to step outside of my class. I’m sorry about your grandmother falling downstairs, if it is even true. But this is your third time telling me a similar story; maybe it’s time for you to come up with another,” she said while the class instigated chunter with ‘oooh’s’.
“Actually, it is none of your business. Your job is to teach me, while I learn! But if you were not so boring, I wouldn’t have to text anyone,” I subconsciously responded.
“Mr. Boar, please withdraw from my class before you leave the campus today. Unless you want me inform the Dean first, take your pick.”
“Oh girl, you are overreacting. I need this class.”
“Well, you can find another professor who will tolerate your disrespect because I refuse to,” she said as I gazed at the red lipstick on her bunny rabbit teeth. I grabbed my Gucci backpack & walked down the escalated stairs to exit the class, while my classmates retained their laughter.
I walked outside the room and felt depraved. The last thing I desired for my parents to discover I was dismissed from a class for ‘disorderly conduct’. They are not paying college tuition for the hell of it!
“Excuse me, can you tell me where the Financial Aid office is,” a brown skin guy asked. He appeared to be at least in his late 20s, hiding behind black framed eyeglasses, like a typical dork. In contrast, he held thug appeal styled in an orange thermal top, a winter vest, sweat pants & Total Orange Bo Jacksons.
“Actually, I do not. Financial Aid says my parents make too much money, so I have no reason to go there.”
“Okay, I didn’t ask all of that. But thanks anyway,” he said walking pass me to get to the soda machine towards the main door. Did this nerd dismiss me? Is this “I Give Two Shits about Delmar Day”?
“That was really rude, you know,” I said walking towards the soda machine staring him in his face.
“Well, I was just giving you what you gave me. Is there a problem,” he asked as I gagged at his smart mouth. I did not expect this at all from him.
“Damn, it’s no reason for you to be an ass. There is no problem.”
“Good, I only wanted your number. Nothing more, nothing less,” he smiled pushing the Sprite button on the machine.
“What? Oh, you have the wrong party sir,” I watched him pick the bottle up from the machine and pop the cap off.
“Wrong party? Oh, I apologize. Did not mean any disrespect,” his face suddenly dropped and voice deepened.
“I am only fucking with you. Give me your
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