A new experience: My first week at VSU

It's Friday for some, but because I'm working through the weekend, today is just another day with no end in sight.

I've been at VSU for 6 days now and I absolutely, hands down, thumbs up, positively love it here! Going to an HBCU is like a breath of fresh air!
Ths sounds...

I can hear the marching band practicing -- the drumline is beating away in the distance, and the brass and wind section are counting away their steps to the next set. Further down the street there are a couple of sisters sitting on the stoop to Foster Hall chatting about their drama. How can I tell? HA! All I had to hear was, "I don't like that (blank) and I better nor see her in the cafe tomorrow. I just laugh and keep walking -- I'm strolling pass the basketball and there are about 15 brothers going toe-to-toe, all hot, sweaty, with no shirts on -- PTL! In between all of this at least 3 caprices (sittin on 22's of course) have rode by bumping, or should I say BOOMING the sounds of Rick Ross and others the like. The po-po has also passed at least twice -- I threw the dueces -- cuz I love everybody!

They're about to have a jam session behind me for the summer school students. I can hear the DJ laughing on the mic about the fact that no one is there. I wish I was, but I'm on my way to my dorm because these 10-hour days are beginning to get to me -- time to soak it all in -- slumber.

Until after the next sunrise --
Peace and Love
-Me

Change -- to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of (something) different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone.

I think change is necessary, so that's why the name of this blog has changed. Rida (Ree-dah) has died, and probably won't resurface again.
I'm in a world where I'm constantly learning. And piece I'm gaining the wisdom and knowledge necessary to carry me through this life.
While my foundation is solid -- I see nothing wrong with adding sandbags every once in a while just for that extra reassurance. My conservative view has sometimes made me resistant to new ideas, but I'm trying to change that as of now.
I can't stay in one place too long. My mother often says, "you don't let grass grow under your feet." She can never tell what's coming from me. My mother and father often tell me I was a "different child" but I don't think so though. I just do what I want, when I feel like it...which I see nothing wrong with!
Until we meet again!
-Me