How I Roll

This semester I started volunteering at the Boys and Girls Club in Roxbury (which is in the hood).  Since I’m way too cheap to waste money on the bus, I rode my recently acquired longboard (thank you Gabriel) the two times I’ve gone thus far.  The first time was really fly or die, because I hadn’t put much time into learning how to ride the longboard before my journey through the hood.  The fact that the sidewalks are all busted up in this area added to the difficulty; one time I thought I would make it over a disjointed sidewalk crack, but I was proven wrong when the longboard came to a stop but I kept going.  Not for long, because I crashed into the side walk.  I’m quite proud that I only fell once, incurred no injuries, and fell on the sidewalk and not into the traffic-filled road next to me.  Mission accomplished.  Through good luck I haven’t had to return via this same route, because once I got a ride back to NU and another time the art class rode a bus to the MFA, and I left from there.  I’m kinda scared to make my way back once it’s dark outside, because I’d imagine that’s when it transforms from the hood into the ghetto. 

Here’s an anecdote from yesterday, when I was working in the art room.  A couple of girls were talking about Martin Luther King Jr., and they informed me that he was born with the name Martin Luther and was crowned King Jr. once he “made speeches for the black people”.  I tried to explain that he was actually born with the last name King Jr., because Martin Luther was someone who lived hundreds of years ago.  While looking at me like I was stupid for thinking MLK lived hundreds of years ago, they were like, “yeah, that’s what I said – he wasn’t born with the last name King Jr.”

Oh, and also: I have joined sides in the 9th floor Trojan War.  Other than Sabrina I don't know what it's about, and until I joined a side I didn't know it was happening.  But I was persuaded to join the side with cookies -- which is obviously Andy's side, the hoarder of cookies.