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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Whatever issue that happened at the last game had nothing to do with me, so please, before you make this drastic decision, consider that.
It felt a little foreign to be waking up at an earlier time Monday morning.
It wasn't too early, thankfully, because Sunday night had been rather restless and I only managed to snag maybe five hours of sleep. Benefits of classes in college was the flexibility you had while making your schedule. I was told not to take any eight o'clock classes, and I stuck true to my word. All my classes were ten o'clock and later (except for that stupid eight o'clock class on Fridays). However, my alarm clock woke me from sleep at nine o'clock. Sighing, I sat up straight in my bed and glanced at my surroundings.
My first class of the day was Statistics at eleven, and then History and Philosophy of Dance at one o'clock. The way my schedule worked out, none of my classes were interfering with my dance practice schedule. Well, on Wednesdays I had a choreography class at four which was usually right in the middle of dance practice, but since practice itself was a choreography lesson, I managed to skip the class on those days.
All in all, I was satisfied with my schedule.
Even though it was just college, I always felt as if the first day of school was the day when you walked in, and stunted on them all. It's been that way for me since high school, and you would think that things would've changed now, but absolutely not. So, instead of pulling a pajama day like most would, I found myself taking my time to get ready. My hair had been in many different weaves for the past couple of months, and yesterday I convinced Claire to help me take my previous sew in out, and now I was rocking a short bob.
For years I hated my natural hair because I felt like it wasn't long enough for me to do what I want with it or not long enough for the general society, but nowadays I found myself caring more about the health of my hair, then I cared about a lot of these girls feelings.
Claire had already left for her class--she accidentally signed up for an 8 a.m class and that's probably where she was now. Since she was taking Pre-Law, a lot of her classes were seminars, and seminars were essentially three hour classes. I felt bad for her, but according to Howard's policies, you only had two seminars a day, so I guess that was okay.
I had my schedule printed out in a hard copy, but I had on my phone too just in case. I had only two classes today--the smallest amount compared to the four classes I had on Fridays, so today was going to be a pretty simple day.
Slinging my freshly packed satchel over my shoulders, I headed out the door.
I wasn't usually a breakfast person, but classes always made me extra hungry for some reason, so I stopped at the cafe on my way to class and picked up a 'free' bagel celebrating the first day of classes. Knowing them, I probably still was going to receive a small tax on the packaging of the bagel. Howard was all about their coins, and they were going to get it regardless.
