There was this young woman in one of my classes during my first semester at BMCC (Borough of Manhattan Community College) who tried to call me out. I don't remember this young woman's name or thought of any of her mannerisms pleasing to the psyche. To keep it a buck fifty, let's say that this young woman had a reputation of getting under peoples skin. Because of the fact that the class was a remedial ELA class, instead of taking a med-term we took a specialized exam. If you pass it (receiving a 58 or higher) you were good. However failing this exam resulted you having to take it a second time.
God must've been on my side because I passed (with a 60 to be exact). So the story goes something like this:
Once receiving the results from our specialized exams me and a group of students I built bonds with were discussing our scores. Out of nowhere here comes this young woman crashing the vibe. What did she want? To talk to us? To share and bring encouragement to her fellow classmates? Maybe even spread a pilgrim's cheer. How about no, no, and hell no. She just sat in our group to be obnoxious and boastful. Typically being noisy she asked for our individual scores. Some members of the group gave her their scores willingly. Turning to me with her sharp conniving eyes she than asked me for my score. I told her I got a 60 and all hell broke loose.
"What are you kidding me, that's so low" were the words that came out of her mouth. Defending myself (or atleast trying to) I say excuse me. For the second time she repeated that my score was too low. Mind you my score closely matched the with my fellow classmates that were in the small group. So what was the big deal? Truthfully there was no big deal whatsoever.
Between the exchange of bickering and critiquing home girl had the nerve to pull the most intriguing thing out her ass. Man, let me tell you the moment she said "Without those glasses you wouldn't be shit I wanted to explode like a ballistic missile. To be honest if it wasn't for my fellow this chicks chicken neck would've been snapped. In the near future I would get the last laugh.
The semester that followed (Spring 2014) was the last I saw this young woman. At that exact moment she did not look like she was in the best shape either. Wishing bad luck on someone isn't my way but I only hope while sitting on that bench (on the other side of me to be exact) she was thinking about all those days she worked her fellow classmates nerves. You see how fast you can fall when you think your the S.H.I.T. Show you right.
If you would like a fast-forward the pleasure would be mine:
A good number of my fellow classmates in and out the group either have graduated or transferred. I myself wined up staying at BMCC for another three to four years, receiving thirty plus credits. Maybe I couldn't see it or put a finger on it then but I was practicing the art of under-estimation.
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