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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Part of me was confused as to why Sonny felt the need to speak to me every morning in Statistics, especially with his actions on Saturday. I was tired this morning, way too tired to entertain his pleads for me to 'hear him out.' I think at one point, I kind of tuned him out and looked for an escape route, and thankfully, I found one. I moved from my usual seat (that Sonny had rudely invaded) and sat next to a rather quiet girl near the front. She looked smart, smart enough that if I wasn't understanding something I could ask her questions. Part of me hoping she lived up to her looks because now that I didn't necessarily care for Sonny, asking him for help with Statistics wasn't necessarily an option I wanted to explore.
We sat next to each other for the entire class period and not a word was shared. I like to think that this had to do primarily with the class and not so much with me. I considered myself a very friendly person, and I also believed that I appeared friendly as well. However, my new classmate seemed as if she was in a rush to leave today. I felt somewhat annoyed that I didn't get to properly introduce myself, but I always had next week.
Sonny didn't follow me out of the class like he usually did, which was much to my liking. American Literature wasn't necessarily my favorite class. I enjoyed reading, but most of the time when I did read, it was books that I chose, and books that I found interesting. Reading six hundred pages a week on some author describing the events of Alexander the Great wasn't exactly something I found interesting. However, we rarely had reading quizzes or test--most of our grades were based on the number of pages we read, our attendance, and our participation in class. So, most of the time I could get away with skimming Sparknotes and answering a few questions here and there during class time.
I hadn't necessarily found any friends in that class either--it was hard to socialize when our heads were either buried in the books, or our mouths were too busy responding to the rapid questions from our Professor. It was a short class however, so when it did finally end, it didn't feel as if we had been sitting for so long.
Fortunately, we had finally finished the terrible book that was assigned, and now we were left with the difficult challenge of finding another books. We were encouraged to find books with meanings and books by authors that were known to be prestigious. I had a few selections in my mind, and with the free time that I had until I had to get ready for dance practice, and my little meeting with Colby, I decided it was best for me to somewhat get ahead and find a book.
The Howard University library was never really silent. Of course, it was quiet, but you could always hear people around. Whether it be the sniffling of noses or the low voices of people attempting to whisper or even the constant sound of pages turning. I hated silent places, and silent libraries always gave me the chills thanks to that one horror movie I watched. Howard's library was definitely one of the few class-like places that I enjoyed on campus.
There was a small little brew in the back that sold coffees, espressos, and the likewise which made the library always smell so delightful. I wasn't much of a coffee person, but they did make one of the best Pecan Pie's I've had in a while. I was trying to stay away from sweets, but that scent was calling my name...
