I forget about how many funny things happened while I was at Morehouse. It’s only when I’m relaying stories to folks like the one I just told to OJ when I realize, DAMN I saw some crazy things.
For instance….during my sophomore year, my roommate was one of my best friends, Eulus. We stayed on the [...]
Archive | May, 2007
The Dangers Of Living On My Hall At Morehouse
Tales of a 19th Grade Nothing
You know when I was a kid my favorite books were the Superfudge books. Not because of Fudge. No he actually got on my nerves, it was because of his down in the dumps big brother Peter Hatcher. I bet Peter grew up to be a depressed guy, I know I sure did.
I’m not celebrating [...]
This Is What It Sounds Like…When Doves Cry
Maybe I’m just like my mother….
I can’t communicate with people like I should. Pride keeps me from doing so. So instead I keep it inside and things get worse and worse. At least now I know where I get it from.
I want to change. I need to change. I’m not gonna live like this! I [...]
Thoughts On Graduation 2007
Congrats first of all to all the homies who made it out! Eman, Mizzle, Maria, and all the rest, I’m proud of you guys. You all give me hope!
You know what one of my favorite parts of graduation season has been since I was at Morehouse? The various sisters and cousins and such that show [...]
Rumor and Innuendo
Look here….
I’m tired of certain things around here where I am. This is Killa Season, I’m supposed to be having a good time. Instead I gotta deal with hater niggas and two faced punks who smile and dap you up and at the same time call you names behind your back.
Dudes around here got the [...]
Halfway Point
Man I can’t believe I’m almost halfway done with this Ob/Gyn rotation. I take my midterm in a little under 2 hours. I don’t know how ready I am at this point, but I know there isn’t really anything I can do about it at this point.
One of my classmates who I have come to [...]
A Bad Son Tries To Make Right
I’ve alluded to it before, so if you are a long time reader reading this, bear with me. I was a TERRIBLE kid. I mean I was god awful. I said some things to my mother that a son shouldn’t say, hell that NO one should say. I’ve embarassed her in public. I’ve made her [...]
Bloodshot
My eyes are bloodshot. This has only happened to me once that I can recall. Senior finals at Morehouse when I was trying to make sure I graduated I stayed up for about 3 days straight. Oh yeah, there WAS that last night at Xavier in the summer of 1996. Either way, what I could [...]
You Might Be An Alcoholic If….
….large portions of drunken nights disappear. I hope I didn’t say or do anything untoward. I probably did. Oops I did it again! I usually don’t have the problem of blacking out, but this past time I definitely did. I remember barfing after taking a shot or something, but like, I don’t remember much else. [...]
Can I Get A Minute To Breathe?
….and in that minute you leave…
I’m sorry, I’m one of those people who when they use or recognize a line from a song or movie has to finish that line. It’s a gift and a curse!
So yeah anyway, the Ob/Gyn Gods were kind enough to give me a day of rest before I have what [...]
