Disclaimer: This is a Short Series of stories that are either of true or loosely based college experiences. Please read previous episodes first before reading this one. Thanks so much for your support.
To read Episode 1: https://fruitionsfictionfactory.home.blog/2019/03/02/short-series-the-funny-business-of-suite-305-and-other-tales-of-infamy/
To read Episode 2: https://fruitionsfictionfactory.home.blog/2019/03/13/short-series-the-funny-business-of-suite-305-and-other-tales-of-infamy-part-2/
Short Series: Episode 5
“Bad to dah bone…(dah-nah-nahnah-nah) bad to dah bone…” I stuck a lollipop into my mouth, while that rhythm played in my head repeatedly. My ‘fro was intimidating. I noticed that as I walked along the road into the open eyes of all on campus. I also noticed the sky…the gray clouds that hid some aspects of the dying horizon, the sheer radiance of a sunset. One French teacher (I don’t make it a habit to name names but Dr. Jules’ wife, Dr. Pauline Jules.) walked by stiffly, tagging along a briefcase behind her. Yeah, I should be studying right now for my Introduction to the Exceptional Child test, but I was just being…” Bad to dah bone…” Talking about bones, Shanelle Thompson just passed by, talking about “I see your ‘fro!” I know sista! You want one, don’t you? I thought and narrowed my eyes at her direction. As I said so, I gently patted my soft curly ‘fro. Suddenly, this one guy, tapped my ‘fro with his pencil! I span on him and raised my hand to issue a pimp slap and he flinched. I turned back around and continued to pat my ‘fro down to perfection as I strolled to class. I stepped into the class and closed the door behind me, gently, gently. Holding my breath, I released the knob and exhaled softly. Yes, I’m n the “I don’t give a fudge, don’t you dare touch my ‘fro mode and being totally, incredibly, and understandably, “bad to dah bone.” My lollipop was now bits and pieces of candy in my mouth. I just woke up, see, not totally awake, but only awake enough for the world to believe that I was awake. And when I was asleep, my mind would be awake. Huh? Nevermind that, I still silently sung “bad to dah bone” in my mind and would continue to croon that tune for the entire evening. My instructor announced that she would be giving a “written activity.” No…It’s a damn test!
Thursday night, had been slow for some. May went to a house party without me, I
didn’t mind because house parties are just not my style. Too risky, if
something was to happen, well the responsibility would be on the individual to
make sure they keep safe. So May left the suite dressed in some stone washed
jeans…right, stone washed jeans and a baby blue t-shirt with a unicorn’s head
on the front. I bid her good luck since the party was also in an off campus location
and I don’t know who owned the house. May told me she got the flyer in her
Educational Psychology class and one of her female classmates will be attending
with her. Later, I came from the library, yes at two in the morning. The
security guard was nice enough to let me out after I realized I was the only
one left in the library and no one bothered to tell me it was closing. When I
entered the dormitory building, as usual, I took the stairs instead of the elevator
for fear that I might get stuck in it and catch a case of claustrophobia. In my
mind the fantasy was playing of how I will jump in the sack (bed) and dream of
home, the beach, the warm sun, the calm breeze and…oh my God! I walked into my
room to see May keeled over on her bed, in what looked like slime or throw-up. What
was May’s problem? She withered on the bed, as though she was having slight
seizures. For the first time in my life, I panicked! What was going on with
her? Was she on something or was she hurt? “May, May…” I was moved to shake her,
but I feared retaliation. She was incoherent,
even when I tried to read her lips as she mouthed something to me, but her eyes
were closed and sometimes half-mast. I simply had no idea what to do for a
moment then, Plan B. Call security! I rushed to the phone shaking from simple
To be continued….
**All Stories in this Short Series: The Funny Business of Suite 305…is of true, actual with a touch of fantasy events I encountered in my college experiences.