By a Poundcake Proverbs Supporter
The countdown has officially began. Graduation was 9 days away and the class of 2011 could smell the victory, taste the completion and began to fantasize over their future success. Final papers and projects were being handed in, caps and gowns hung up and that familiar feeling of a good turn-up was stirring.
With senior week approaching, the liquor store had been raided, the campus weed men had re-upped and the slackness of senior week began to settle in. I for one had prided myself on many things throughout my last 4 years at an HBCU. Especially the fact that I could count how many dudes I’ve been intimate with on one hand and still have fingers left. It wasn’t even about being stuck up or morals, to be honest.
Poundcake Proverbs 