And Now a Word From Our Fellow Blogger Epsilonicus

"If I lived in Texas you'd be a godfather by now."

It all started with a text.

It was actually his way of sending out an S.O.S.

Well actually Eps first called me last night. He called to say his phone was working, and for me to call him back. That never happened yesterday. Unfortunately I was pissed off, and not feeling so well. I guess you could say more angry than sick. In fact the anger may be why I didn't feel so well. Now, as opposed to when I was younger, I sleep when angry. I just sleep it off. I put the phone on the charger, turn the ringer off. I put on the headphones, if I'm not tired. I tune something in, tune other things out. I drift off into sleep. I sleep it off. Why? As to avoid doing anything stupid or crazy.

So apparently Bestie #1 (he's #1 cause I met him first) didn't lose the phone, he just lost service in the phone. The dude was out hanging out and he got his phone wet. He had to wait until now for weeks he for it to dry out.
In that time they've made headway on their excavation. They're digging 10 cm length, 10 cm width, and 10 cm in depth, 100 cubic centimeters. Eps's crew is digging new the site of a 19th century home. The archaeologists and anthropologists in training believe they are at a site where a 1870's era house once stood. Eps's assignment is to dig near what he believes was the porch area. He says he's found broken glass and other clues. Another student is digging near a fireplace, and she's found things such as sewing needles. They definitely believe someone would sit near the fireplace and sew. Years of rain, dust, and nature taking its course has buried much of what they will now find.

Fascinating.

Eps and I circa 2005...I look the same..homeboy now has dreadlocks.

Even though I joke one best friend is poised to dig into people (med student possible surgeon), and another one is poised to dig in dirt (Eps the archaeology major).

KG and I circa 2005....he's the Univ. of Pennsylvania (Ivy League) bound med student.

I guess I shouldn't make fun cause I'll be digging up stories.

He also talked about being torn between his 2 girls from Eerie, 2 girls in Bmore, 2 girls in field school with him digging in dirt, and the locals.

"In town I see girls: white girls, black girls, they all have bubble butts."

I guess we know what that dude has on the brain.

I can't blame him his ex is straight tripping. He hates my "ideal woman". I claim his ex when she ain't tripping. He often calls her "your friend" when he ain't busy calling her just well, "her". But since they been in Texas, "her" has been tripping. I kind of sort of don't want to claim her.

"I be in Wal-mart like a kid in a candy store"..."How old is you, are you 18? Preferably 23, I need a girl with a job and some benefits who can help take care of me."

For some reason I don't think he was joking.

He says to send all our fellow bloggers, some blogger love. In 2.5 weeks, he says he'll be back in blogger world.

Editors Note: Notice the change in disposition with the two best friends. Note Eps is the clown, KG's the serious one. One keeps me grounded, the other keeps me focused. Balance, folks, balance. LoL.

"Harvard Girl" A Story in Multiple Parts Pt. 5

Throughout senior year I called myself trying to get over "Harvard Girl" I expressed interest in other girls.

Still in the back of my mind existed thoughts of me and her.

To say our encounters were awkward would be a tremendous understatement.

One of her best friends was my "play sister". There was no need for me to try to avoid her, I simply couldn't. I refused to forsake my friendships just so I would go without being forced to see her.

At one point early on many of us started thinking about prom.

I wondered if "Harvard Girl" would go with me? Risky? Yeah.

I thought she might be open to the idea. Her besties Devin "my play sister", Mia, and Lita were all going. They all had boyfriends who were either juniors or seniors.

She expressed interest but was concerned about cash flow. Since she was a sophomore, she'd have two other opportunities to go, so her moms wouldn't necessarily be enthused about spending money on a prom which wasn't hers.

She ended up saying she couldn't go.

As much as I was disappointed, I didn't push her.

We continued to remain just friends. We made a little headway. Our encounters became less awkward, though I became much more reserved.

She would catch a ride with me to board meetings.

One time we were stranded because my ride got delayed. We decided to go back to school on the subway. The plan was to get to the end of the line, a mile away from our school, and call a friend to pick us up.

I called my ride and said we'd get back on our own, it was "Harvard Girl"s suggestion. As soon as I got off the phone, she had second doubts, said it was a joke, and that her mom would kill her for doing it.

I told her I had done it before, and that I'd keep her safe. We got the money we needed, and walked to the subway.

We road the subway for thirty minutes. We talked about life, growing up, and our future plans. She said that she wanted to be a doctor so that she could help people. She maintained that her faith, her family, and her friends were her own personal trinity. I grew to respect her steadfastness, her devotion, her consistency. Her word was her bond. That drive, that
passion, it got to me. I sat listening intently. And ya'll know how hard it is for me to just listen. It
was just me and her, and finally she felt she could open up, if only a little.

We made it to the end of the line. We couldn't get a hold of our friend, so we walked. We walked the mile together in the cold. We came up to the hill which led us back onto campus. As we came over we both slipped and fell in the mud. I helped her up. We laughed, and she made me promise not to tell anyone.

As we approached the dorms, we saw a dorm parent. He was nosey as hell, and thought we were coming from doing something we weren't supposed to be doing. We WEREN'T.

We ended up not going to prom together.

On that night hot June night in 2004 I ended up going it solo. I looked hella fly, especially given the fact that I spent three hours in the hospital with an IV stuck in my arm due to dehydration. My pics looked good thanks to my friend Loryn. If you ever need a someone to take prom pics with, go with the girls who rocking a black dress. It worked out fine for me. I had fun. I got caught on video tape doing a dance which shall not be mentioned ever again.

I didn't see Harvard girl again for a while until the next fall.

I was a freshman in college, supposedly on to bigger and better things.

So I called it being over...

I tried to get my fixation, fascination, infatuation, the endless dream to end.

I called myself waking up to reality. I wasn't completely able to wake up though, because you know when you first wake up, you feel groggy. Your mind isn't always clear.

I wasn't all there.

I still couldn't get a clear view of my reality...

To be continued...

Still to come parts 6, and 7, and the "finale".

"Harvard Girl" A Story in Multiple Parts Pt. 4

Classes ended, and exams were over.

I thought my year was over.

While attending graduation at my school was mandatory, I was atleast supposed to have a few days off between moving off campus, and coming back to school for the graduation.

People had other plans for me.

I had recently been elected President of the Honor Council, the body charged with educating people about, and also enforcing the Honor Code. It turns out I would have a major hearing. I would preside over the hearing, and also be the voice of the council who informed the administration of our decision.

That particular hearing was tough because I knew the accused, I knew about the alleged incident, and much more. Still I went into my first hearing as President plegding to be focused, to be objective, and to be fair.

It would be easy it was work, I was always about my business.

Life rarely happens that easy, guess who had recently been elected to represent her class on the Honor Council. Sitting in the hearings I was already sick to my stomach. Presiding over hearings made me extremely nervous. I'm talking sweaty palms, anxiety, the works. I knew I had earned the right to be there, was more than capable of holding my own, had earned people's respect, and that people also admired me for my personal integrity. Still I felt a tremendous responsibility rested on my shoulders.

Add to my already nervous feelings the fact that SHE was in my PRESENCE and it didn't help
After the hearing, after the deliberations, we said nothing to each other. When eye contact was made I'd look down. I didn't want her to see the look of longing in my eyes. I couldn't shake it, shake what I was somehow feeling.

For some reason, this confident boy becoming a man, became shy when it involved this petite girl, four years my junior. But with her it was NOT about WHAT I WAS, it wasn't about age, it wasn't about titles,it was about WHO I was. I wanted the chance to prove to her that all that mattered was what could be between us.

After that day I thought I wouldn't see her again until I was a senior.

Wrong again.

It had totally slipped my mind that she had applied to become a member of the same board that I had joined the year before. She'd been turned onto the board by me. Why? I had seen her passion for giving back, and helping others.

Once she joined the board my best friend Epsi became acquainted with her. He failed to see why I was so enamored, but it didn't matter to me. Our boys can't always see what we see. At a certain point it also doesn't really matter.

We saw each other maybe once or twice over the summer for board meetings. After meetings she dipped out. I floated around elsewhere until I was sure she was gone. No one knew why I was "acting funny" and thankfully they didn't pick up on it until later.

It turns out some people would soon find out, before my senior year even began. And no, I didn't tell them all.

To be continued...