“You could have gone to both schools that weekend”…”We would
have gone to Syracuse University on Friday, and then Hofstra University on
Sunday!”
I was expecting loud, ecstatic outbursts,
high-fives, balloons and the like for my college acceptances. One of my rewards
was weakly stated, “Okay, make sure you put all the letters in one place” and
the others followed this dull trend. Today, I discussed my Syracuse
University and Drexel University acceptances with my mom. She was upset because
I opted not to visit Syracuse until I received an acceptance letter although we
were going to visit another school in New York. I wanted to play things safe and only visit schools to which I had been admitted. For approximately five
minutes my mother’s voice roared in anger about my decision to visit Syracuse
University now when I “could have gone Friday…” My mom ranted, even after I had
walked away, until she was satisfied.
My friend decided to tot me around today to try on prom dresses. I actually got to try one I saw in a magazine and was obsessed with. It was amazing even if it wasn't in the color I wanted. They made me try more but that first one from the magazine was the one i loved. But way to expensive. Must find it some where else now.
Two days later, he buzzed her over the intercom. They took the subway to a restaurant that he had been visiting since his childhood. La Caridad means charity in Spanish, but the food was delicious. The small dining room was filled with families and college students, all laughing and enjoying their Cuban-Chinese meals. She decided he would have to take Batia there for next week's girl's night.
As the conversation deepened, she realized how different they were.
"So what about your family. They must be liberal enough, if you're on a date with a black guy."
"Actually, I grew up in the suburbs, in Jersey. And I'm not planning on telling them quite yet.
"Oh. Well, if anything, I'm pretty good with secrets. My parents never knew that I dropped out of the Seventh Day Adventist HBCU that they sent me to." He laughed. "Any rebellious nature in there?" He nodded at her.
"No, not really. I mean, there was a time when I didn't want to go back to college-I didn't have any friends; it was horrible. I took the bus all the way home (it was a 6 hour bus ride, which I had never taken before) alone, without even telling them I was coming. I even crossed the 6 lane highway to get to my street- but they convinced me that it would work out and eventually I met some great people."
"Wow, so a Jewish girl, who likes adventure," he said. "This could work."
I hope you're right, she thought, as she took a sip of her Diet Coke.
This was the view from inside the prison. This was my jail cell. Well not mine, I guess - I was rather small and my roommate technically claimed it as his. Not many people know this about me, but last summer I was in jail for about a month and a half for allegedly killing a prostitute I picked up after an especially lonely night. However, I was able to spew some legal BS about the constitution and they let me off the hook.
Nate had a chip on his shoulder that was big enough to feed Cambodia. The things is, he never could fit into light skinned girls quotas. His sneakers never fit and his knees needed a lot of lotion. All this before he even knew the significance of a comb. His immigrant parent made him feel as though he was a step kid. His dark skinned didn't allow him to fit in with the light skins. The way he saw it, the lighter their skin, they better that they're life was. So he did what any kid in position would do, he resented them as they resented him. When he happened to find a light skin girl that was interested in him, he cheated on her. Her name was Chantel. Nate was just 17 at the time. He'd figure that he should hurt he because she would evidently hurt him along with all the other women with light skinned features. Never would he let a light skinned girl hurt him. That whys he stroked first because the first cut is deep.
From a dark skinned girl, to a light skinned boy. Shades doesn't matter because its the heart that makes the lover. Girl you so beautiful. You could be honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, dark skinned, pecan, or even licorice. It doesn't matter girl, your so beautiful.
