2017

  By the fall of 2017 Fiterman Hall became my second home. I knew this building from the amount of floors it had to the structure of every classroom. The only class I was attending was an Intercultural Communication course (COM 255). Often reminiscing these times I like to call this class "The Last U.N. Conference."

   Discussion of topics went from one side to the next. I'm talking about having a dialogue about climate change to than discussing the political atmosphere of the day. Every person in this class was their own individual expressing his/or her's  own beliefs. We really did resemble the professor in our ability to do this.  

   On papers I received anything higher than a B. It was at this point where I started freelancing my essays (somewhat). Although the professor didn't agree with all of my beliefs (political and otherwise) he still gave me credit where it was due. Now I start to laugh. That scene from Coming To America replays in my head. The part where that Randy Watson guy is done singing and nobody claps. The only thing you can hear from the crowd was one of the three old men that Eddie Murphy played amusingly clapping telling his two associates "that boy good." Wherever credit comes from I'm always grateful.  

  Throughout our lives we all face Goliaths. Speaking of this I had to post as David.

   On a December afternoon I went to the first floor of my apartment building to run an errand for my mother. Knocking on the door of this particular tenet Goliath tried to intimidate a shepherd boy David. "Stop knocking on my door like that" Goliath said. Standing there I said nothing and stayed calm. Responding back David asked was so and so home. No stone or a sling in his possession David decides to walk away. However, Goliath gets prideful (and even cocky).  

  Walking up the stairs David hears Goliath yelling threats at him. It was as if Goliath was telling David "come to me." Knowing this wouldn't stop David had to do something. Clenched fists David had no choice but to face Goliath. As David walks towards him Goliath has no idea what's headed his way. The next minute you know David throws a Tyson postured right hook to the jaw.

  The clashing of these two extraordinary individuals went on until the authority showed up.

   At the 47th Precinct myself and the opposing party were separated and placed in our own cells. I was a little upset, but not afraid. My reason for saying this is due to the fact that myself and the opposing party have known each other since elementary. I didn't want to go there with him but I had to. Fingerprints were taken along with mugshots (which I smiled on). Some may say that this was a stupid move, but I saw it as a way to make a social statement.    

   Thanks to a bloodshot eye my train ride to my only finals wasn't comfortable at all. You have to understand that this was not even 48hrs after the clash took place. Standing on confident ground I believe I passed that final with flying colors (passing the class with a B). This was not the first time my back was against the wall. Aboard a uptown 5 train my gut told me that this was the last route I'll be taking.