Sage Whitehead has danced for as long as she could remember--it's always been a passion for her. And when she was given a scholarship to dance at Howard University, she jumps at the chance right away. Besides, it's always been her dream. However, Sa...
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'You didn't just apply to be a Bisonette--you were chosen to be one.'
"I think that's it."
The last of my bags had been moved out of my car, and were now pressed against the wall in my new dorm room. It seemed like a lot when I was packing stuff, being seeing everything now made me feel as if maybe I had under packed. I mean, this is college--could you really even over pack? I dusted my hands onto the front of my pants before locking the doors of my car. Taking everything to and from the car was definitely a lot of work, especially if you were doing it by yourself. Of course it would have been nice to have my mother, my father even, to help me out, but per usual, they were busy with work. My parents were definitely 'black Bill Gates in the making.' Both of them were very prominent in the semi-large community of Hoover, Alabama, where I was born and raised. My mom, Savannah, owned an ethnic hair company called Carefree that focused mainly on textured, people of color hair.
My dad, Charles, owned a company himself as well. It was something a lot more professional--he wore a lot of suites and was always out on business trips doing who knows what.
But of course they promised that 'when I call, they'll answer.'
Sometimes it wasn't the calling that I needed.
I decided against continuing to dwell on the situation. I had dwelled on it the whole eleven hours it took for me to drive here, and I definitely did not want to spend my first day on campus moping around because my parents were not here with me. I wasn't the only parent-less child--I saw a few girls and guys around who were moving into the dorms themselves. It didn't really help my situation in particular, but it definitely proved that I wasn't alone in this world of neglect.
Okay, maybe I was being a little too dramatic.
My residence hall was absolutely beautiful. Despite the fact that I managed to pay extremely late for room and boarding, I managed to snatch one of the few open suite dorms that was left. The walk was a little bit far from my area of concentration on campus (I was a dance major), but it was definitely worth it. Everyone I knew had recommended getting a suite style dorm, and due to my major procrastination skills, I almost thought I was going to be stuck in a co-ed dorm room with a community bathroom. Maybe my luck wasn't so bad after all.
The dorm was set up in which there were two beds, a small little work space for each occupant, and then a closet on one side of the bedroom, and another closet closer to the door. There was a bathroom that we would be sharing with two girls on our left.
I wasn't planning on being the first--in fact, I thought I would be one of the last people.
I wasn't complaining though, I definitely used my 'early' arrival to my benefits, and found the side of the room that I considered was the biggest. It didn't look that big now, and I think that was primarily because of the clustering of boxes around the area. I knew I needed to unpack, but that drive had left me drained. I could just fall asleep on this bare bed...
