School Daze: Meet the Professor

“Sometimes you got to use what you got, to get what you want” – Playas Club

School is game. I mean let’s face it. What did you really learn in school? How to lie, get over, appear to be doing one thing but actually be doing the total opposite. The whole purpose of school is to learn and you spent most of your time there pretending to do so. Well at least I did. Now I am not saying this because I feel that going to school is useless or that I didn’t get anything out of it. Shame on you Kanye, Shame on you. It is the exact opposite. To me, the purpose of school is to learn what you are supposed to learn while at the same time learning the tricks of the trade. The trade is life and the tricks are the aforementioned things I was doing while I was supposed to be constantly learning. So basically in school I did whatever it was that I needed to do to get what I needed to get.

So today I was checking my email and saw an email from one of my old professors[Acutally there are two]. Now if you’d like to know when I graduated, oh that would be 2003. Well geez, that was three years ago, what would your professor want with you now? My point exactly, although I have a few ideas. I hesitated opening the email, actually I haven’t looked at it yet, however, I can only imagine. Ya see, me and one of my fellow riff-raffs/blogger learned that you really didn’t have to do all your work especially, ESPECIALLY, if the teacher liked you[lesson learned in high school.] Now for our female teachers it was bringing them Starbucks or helping them do some tedious task like a bulletin board. But how do you win over your Chemistry teacher??? Well that’s very simple, V-necks and cheerleading skirts. It was a dirty game, but we were good at it. The giggles, the cheesy smiles, the after school visits to their office just to say hi. I got out of a few papers, could leave class at times for no real reason and basically have all the fun I wanted to. Now we weren’t whoring ourselves out to these men, just reaching out to the dirty old man inside of them. I mean what man doesn’t want his student to seduce him or appear to do so………

So this leads me back to the professor. Unlucky for him, he taught the worst courses for my major. The ones that no one liked, not even the over achievers. Doomed from the beginning and coupled with a mild demeanor, paying attention was extremely hard to do for all of his students. I did my best, I at least read most of the material, but I would fall asleep in class, that was if I showed up at all. But I always went to see him later on that day. Ya know, just to say hi and see what we talked about and how his day was going. He always shook his head when I walked in, but he enjoyed our little visits. He always grinned before he started scolding me. [For those of you with your mind in the gutter, yes there were other people in the office and no the door was never closed] We’d talk and he’d try and lay guilt on me for going to the library during class time but I’d just tell him that I focus better sometimes that way, but he knew I loved him. Why else would I be checking in with him if I didn’t, yours wasn’t the only classed I missed today.

So last fall during homecoming, I ran into him out at a bar. I was clearly intoxicated, CLEARLY. Four shots of tequila on an empty stomach in about twenty minutes. So here he comes out of nowhere, CLEARLY, intoxicated. We had what I thought was a usual exchange. Afterwards, Jorgemateo was like, was he hitting on you? My drunk ass replies, “was he?” But that was months ago, I’d for gotten all about it, until today.

Now I’m not saying that this man emailed me to proposition me or anything, but what in the hell does he want? [I could be totally off base and he might be inviting to me some alumni affair] Why did I cross his mind? Did the things I did in college give him some sort of impression? Why did I cross his mind and in what way would I cross it for him to email me OUT OF THE BLUE? But say for some reason I did and he was to ask me out or to get together with him, should I be offended? Should I feel like a slut, like I put myself in this situation? I was just trying to graduate and Senior Seminar was a requirement and a bitch!!!!!!!!!

Party Pooper

It's the weekend. That gives me over 48hrs do exactly what I wanted to do this weekend and that was, PARTY!!! It was my best friend’s birthday(shout out to Mr. Charisma), it’s the middle of March Madness (although I am highly disappointed with my bracket), and my homeboy was coming in for the weekend. So I was ready for booze, boys and parties. So this Friday, I ditched my second job, headed home to get done up and hit the town. Ok, so I don’t get out much, not too much to do in Hillbilly City,USA. The city usually jumps off for special occasions, i.e. birthdays, we do the best we can and when one of your homies comes in for the weekend. So I was ready for double the fun. However, I was fearful my boy, Cosby, was gone let me down this time around.

Earlier that week, I tried to confirm his trip and he responded[through email] “Yep still coming, real busy though.” What?, what kind of response is that, especially from Mr. “I like to party.” And does that imply he would be too busy to holla at his girl. Something was definitely up, but I didn’t stress it. Especially because if he didn't call me when he was in town, I woulda had to roll up on his black @$$ and give him the suprise of his life, a good thrashing. So as I prepare myself to look magically delicious, he gave me a call. A little shocked, damn no thrashing, I eagerly picked up the phone. So as our conversation was coming to a close, he blindsided me with some rather intriguing information. He says, “Oh yeah, I hate you for almost ruining my life.”

Who ME? This is going to be interesting.....

Now this summer, me and my boys are planning a fabulous trip to Toronto for my birthday. Well, not really it just happens to fall around my birthday, but we'll just say that because it’s my birthday and my dream! Anyhoo, Cosby and his boys will also be in T dot, as we like to call it. So one day we spark up a convo about how much fun we’re going to have. As usual,we get to cuttin up. He says I don’t really want to see him in the T dot cuz he’s gone be cheating on me[read further]. So I assure him that no one, not even me, will be studying him in Toronto and he shouldn't be such a slut puppet. Now, don't be thrown off by the whole cheating on me comment, strictly fun. You see we use our daily exchanges as a way to talk smack and bring entertainment to our everso boring lives. So...........

Where’s the problem in this meaningless exchange ……… HIS GIRLFRIEND. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, Cliff has a Claire. Unlike our fun and loving TV pair, there have been no dinners with song and dance, or for that matter introductions. Not the best situation, to say the least, especially when the world is so hung up on the can people of the opposite sex really be friends? However, boys and girls that is not the topic of today. Now me and Cosby are just friends, I swear. If it wasn’t fact, I wouldn’t even put myself out there to be ridiculed. And his girlfriend never really came up, hell, I didn’t really think she really existed. So when he tells me that him and his girl BROKE UP because of me, I hit the floor in laughter. [so what, does this mean there will be no tribe of future offspring?] So I’m like, when and how and of all the reasons, WHY????!!!!
He was checking his email and accidentally left it up. So she read some saw that one and I guess a few more.(Emails three weeks old, consult 40 yr old virgin and CHECK YO BITCH!) And to add insult to injury, when I talk to him(and a lot of my boys) I refer to them as babe or hun. Nothing is meant behind it, but I have a lot of "boys" and it just makes me feel like a girl when I call them that instead of "dawg" all the time. So that just made the kitchen a little more hot for my man Cosby[the brother doesn’t live in the South, but he was sweating enough bullets to end the drought in Somalia,watch CNN]
I blamed the entire ordeal on him. It’s not my fault she doesn’t know who I am. What’s with that anyways. [Sidebar: Very good reason for this, he used to mess around with a girl named Leslie Not me I promise and not my fautl.] However, I wouldn’t have minded her calling me and verifying that we were only friends. Of course, those never go too well. She doesn’t know me from Jane Doe, so why should she believe me. But in the end, Claire needs to realize that friends last forever, and their love might not. So she’d better watch it!! Well put your worries aside, after four long grueling days, Cliff and Claire are once again whole [the tribe is in the makings]. Of course, he said all weekend when he talked to her she was like did you see your little girlfriend while you were there, ha!!! And the answer is, YEAH BITCH!!

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