blkdragon

grounded
2005-06-25 17:03:31 (UTC)

Back to Life

Got to bed @ 3:30am, started nodding on the movie before it
ended. Planning to make a waffle batter and use the Waffle
iron, also plan to work on the back yard, make it easier to
park 3 cars. Shawn and Toya should be heading back here
later today. Joshua made it to Miami yesterday, I called
him as they were trying to find the hotel, I told him to
enjoy his adventure.
Watching/listening to the neighbors trying to control their
dog, even though they haven’t bothered to attempt training
it, the dog isn’t responding and they’re looking like a
bunch of idiots. They’re trying to catch him now. The
neighbors had two pools out on the sidewalks yesterday,
trying to stay cool, they were dumping buckets of water on
each other. There was a brief scuffle between two of the
Jamaicans across the street, just about the entire
neighborhood was outside, I don’t choose to relate; we’re
on vastly differing paths. Water seeks it’s own level and
none of them are where I am, not to say that where I am is
better or worse, just different.
Brian was telling me that he was the only Black on the
podium receiving a degree, he also recounted a situation
between himself and the other Black students that didn’t
graduate. Generally, when we find ourselves in a situation
where we are the only reps of our group, when we see
another Brutha/Sista we reach out to identify/touch. Brian
had see two Sistas in a car (on campus) made an off-handed
joke (too personal)to them and they took it the wrong way,
he rudely apologized, they didn’t accept it. While in class
he was approached by the boyfriend of one of the girls,
after much posturing and with Brian ignoring him, the guy
went away; he did say that he’d be back. Brian was
confused, he didn’t expect anything to come of the incident
with the Sista’s, although (during the situation in
question) they told him to go back to his White friends and
Woman. It’s obvious that the Sistas were familiar with him,
the boyfriend of the one returned and postured as though he
were holding a piece he was prepared to use. Brian gripped
his pen, spoke to the boyfriend and his homie (Brian’s
classmate), “whatever you’re going to start; make sure you
can finish it”. Brian then decided to speak to them in
Jamaican patois, this caused them to bitch up, the
emotional tension decelerated and Brian got back to what he
was doing. Brian graduated with a 3.96gpa.
I realized how differently Blacks from other countries
value education, Richard is from the Gold Coast, he tells
me that there’s only one University for the whole country.
Each student competes for top honors in the hope of being
able to attend that University, this means you have to be
among the best out of millions. Brian wouldn’t have the
opportunities he has here, had he stayed in Jamaica. I’m
still feeling the residue of the herb in my system, not
comfortable. Worked on the last entry for over 6 hours,
being high doesn’t allow for the marshaling of one’s
thoughts, thoughts cycle through the mind but it’s
difficult to focus enough to conclude. Got to get to work
now, first the yard, then the apartment! Focusing without
effort!




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