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| I remember when I was in high school, my elders used to say the "the collegiate experience is a microcosm of real life". And looked forward to it. Having a place where I could gradually be introduced to the ways of the world. The good and the bad. The pleasures and the responsibilities. The peaks and valleys. However, I must deviate from my previous conjecture. As I observe my surroundings and partake in a bit of introspection, I notice that this collegiate experience is a MACROCOSM of the so-called "real life".
My father was a computer scientist and my mom is a culinary chef. Never have I seen them awake for an excess of 72 hours finishing work from six different bosses. School is much like that. You get assignments from several "bosses" who's assessment of your performance will directly affect your success in life...daaaaamn. Not to mention the many of us that attempt to be financially independent to some degree. Trying to find jobs that pay enough but still allow you to go to class. BOO. Trying to pay for OVERPRICED textbooks. BOO. Hardly making rent and paying for gas and still tryin to look like you Baaalin. BOO.
Twenty page papers? Classes in which I have a test EVERY WEEK? Ten hours of required language lab? Wack-ass low paying jobs?
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Alcohol. I have twelve empty one liter bottles of 190 proof Everclear in my room. I've been in school for three months.
--->Macrocosm
Sex/ Sex-related activities. So easily accessible. In abundance almost everywhere you go. An exhausting plethora of lewdness.
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Social activities. There is a party or get-together going down on almost everyday of the week somewhere in the vicinity. Plus, people have waaay too many friends in college. There's no way a person should be able to chill with this many people at ANY GIVEN TIME. The only time that I think that I wouldn't be able to find people to kick it with is from 5:30am- 10:50am, Sunday-Thursday....maybe.
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| So now we're starting the 06-07 line of Du Beta Psi step team and these niggas got afflictions for days. We ran the try-out the same way we always do, make 'em run hella laps, do some suicides, do push ups and run some more. We had three kids throw up, two pass out and one dude who suddenly has chronic asthma.....but no inhaler. WTF. We hadn't even started teaching these cats any steps and already they're dying? Once we made the team, the subsequent practice wasn't much better. One guy has hypoglycemia and didn't bring shit to bring up his blood sugar, chronic asthma guy tried to get out of line and politely shake all the coaches hands and quit...we denied his resignation and his ass got back in line. We had another guy who's been on crutches for weeks and is trying to step with one foot and another guy who had a sudden shooting back ache that was so bad, he couldn't lean past 85 degrees. But at least these kids got heart. I seen these young men risking serious injury in order to step for Du Beta...I fucks wit that. | | |
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WHy is it that club security is always Fukin wit me! I went to a bomb-ass party called "Naked"...nuff said. But then when me and my boyz try to go back in to the club after the party got shut down, security gaurd(who has a gun and night stick) tells me to "get the fuck back and turn the hell around". I tried to explain to the muthafucka that one my mans was inside and I needed to get him or we wouldnt be able to leave. PLus there were still hella people still in the club. Then the dude tells me that If I don't turn around, he's going to "give me a headache", then he grabs his night stick. So I'm turning around. Me and my boy get the car and park across the street from the club. The security and police officers gonna run up on the car, guns out talkin bout "take ur hands off the wheel! and you, out with ur hands on the dashboard now!" By the time we were done explaining ourselves to theses jackasses, my boyz had already found us, and we sped the fuck off. This comes second to the time that I got handled out of a club through the kitchen by three security officers because they said I was drunk, which I wasn't, but even so...it was a gotdamn club! ay yo...FUCK THE POLICE (and security). 
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| MId terms week... FUCK
I got step practice everyday for 3 1/2 hours until spring break. I've lost ten pounds from this ridiculousness. THey told us practice was gonna be even harder when we got back from break. Whatevr. They keep ranking my nigga Jonathan and I as the top two steppers on the team; saying that we're really the only two on the team who give a enough of a fuck to win. That's bitter-sweet I guess.
Definetly about to go to Panama City FL. for spring break with my homies and some girls from Georgia and Wisconsin. This is gonna be a well needed break. I heard that there's gonna be alot of ppl from Xavier in Panama City... lookin forward to da hunnies.
I stayed up with four friends last night. We went to sleep at eight in the morning cause we were watching The Grudge,and Pulp Fiction. we were about to go to sleep until my man Arnaud turned to TBS and the Power Rangers movie was on... it was a wrap. Niggas sat down and watched all the memories flood in. DAMN pink ranger was fine as HELL.
Then we were about to go to bed, but then the new Power Rangers came on. At first we were like "fuck dis", but then the show had some of the most violent fighting scenes on TV. No wonder these kids can't pay attention to a damn thing. The show was moving so fast, half the guys in the room couldn't keep up. They were setting bad guys on fire and blowing them up, and jumping into the air off of motorcycles and backflipping into kicks in slow motion and slamming bodies through trees. If we had that shit when we were kids,parents would be like "WTF?".
Then I ate breakfast and went to bed. It was a damn good break from going clubbing.
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| Yeah... Wadup
The step team had to do an exhibition show at Paine College on Friday. We did aight. I even got to perfect the "hump dive" for a dance break to "age aint nothin but a number" (the hunnies was loos'n composure). It's too bad we got some indecisive coaches though. They kept telling us over and over again that we needed to slow down on the steps, then they got mad at us when we took "too long" to finish the show. WTF. There's no winning with these ppl. Now I've got practice everyday from 7-10:30pm. shit is wack.
 
Found out that I'm going to Savanah Georgia for Spring Break with my two homies and some homegirls. Beach house on the shore baby. FUck wit it.
I noticed that Atlanta music likes to make a lot of simple-ass dances e.i. A-town stomp, faebo, shoulder lean etc. But I was at the club and I heard a song come on. At first I thought I was having a drunken hallucination, but I wasn't. The song definitely said "slide, pop/ lean, rock/ dance to the beat/ and do the BUNNY HOP. I don't know wtf that is... but I'll be damned if I see any brotha trying to do it. FUCK DAT.
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