I was never the Beyonce. Roc would come visit me from Spelman and know more students on campus than I did. I mean, duh, it was embarrassing, but things would get out of hand when she’d ask about people who were my year at Howard AND Houstonians, and I’d just be standing there with nothing but struggle. “Ummm, I think…I think I know her. Kind of light skin?”
It was sort of like that with Brittany too. I mean, thank God for her, because if she hadn’t walked into my room during freshman move-in — hair wrapped, demanding to know who she could talk to to get a big room like mine — I probably would have been tagged in a total of 2 Facebook pics our entire first year.
I thought I was weird for eating in the Punchout instead of the Caf with the other freshmen or for…
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