Girlz, girlz, girlz, girlz...

Jennifer. Her name is Jennifer.
Before I go on, I must say that I've been blessed and cursed over the last several months. I have five classes, three of which are economics courses. That leaves BIO 102, and intro to jazz. And in those two classes, I have interest in two females, totaling four; all of which for one reason or the next, are off limits.
We start with intro to jazz, and the one called Jennifer. She's fully featured, great sense of intellect, mutual taste for music. That's good. But, she has a tinny voice. After sitting in a class with me, my boy concluded that she "hasn't even hit puberty." I will not begin to assess the validity of his statement, but if that's what he believes, then it's most likely that the rest of the kliq will share his opinion. Never mind that though, I just need to get to first base for now. Here's my problem: the only time I get to talk to her is either before or after class. And over the last several classes, I haven't been able to chat with her. I would just up and talk to her, but something just keeps holding me back. Oh, and one last thing: she's untainted. Like a Christian nun, if there's such a thing, she looks as if she would make the perfect wife or something. What lasting repercussions will I incur if I decide to taint the goods, I do not want to find out. And it's not like she has her little kinks here and there, she's near flawless, both mentally and physically. So for now, all I can do is just sit and wait until the right time.
The other girl in my intro to jazz is a Rican named Toya, who's short and slim with a great personality. She possesses the ability to hang with the guys; she checks out our magazines, she understands our lingo, and is forever talking to me. That's good. Very good. But it hasn't gone beyond that point. I just feel that a very important element is missing in this equation. The funny thing is, we are always found next to each other. If I'm there first, she comes and sits next to me. If she's there first, she reserves a seat for me. That fact seemed evident to my friends. However, once we settle in, we just talk for the class duration. Am I missing something here?
Until then, I'll maintain my post.

On to BIO 102. And guess what, it's a near similar setup. First I speak of Sandra, who is a beautifully shaped woman with pre-med goals, and a friend named Tatiana. At first, she seemed as if she didn't want to be bothered by anyone, but as she realised that I actually knew what I was talking about in BIO class, she started taking an interest in me. In fact, while Sandra and Tatiana are in Pre-Med, we all are pretty much on the same boat; we hate BIO 102! By mere coincidence, we went to the same showing of Walking Tall; and we have great conversations. That's good, sort of. Well, the bad part is that she's A-L-W-A-Y-S with Tatiana. They're inseparable. And while Tatiana is a nice woman, I just don't have any interest in her. After 22 years of living, I don't believe I need to be screened by one, to get to the other. So I wait on cloak until something there can happen...
Then, there's what is in front of me. Her name is Tracy, and by string of conversations, we have become good colleagues. When I have to miss a class, she lends me her notes to copy. When she misses a class, I photocopy my notes to give to her. Nothing of it, I have a job that grants me such opportunities. And so, we've talked...
and talked...
and talked...
Until I noticed that she's been talking to me a lot. So I step back and look at the bigger picture. Either, A) she's found a sparring partner to chat with during class who's cool with her; or B) she might have interest in me. Hey, I figured, she's nice. Why not?! I start to respond to her inquisitiveness with some probing questions about her social life. She likes to hang with her friends, and drink when they're depressed. OK, when does one such as yourself get depressed, eh? When one of us has boyfriend trouble...
Wuh-oh. Boyfriend trouble, this can't be good.
But here's the interesting part. Upon further discussion, I learn that not only is she a part time student who's been here for a while, she's also 27. Twenty-seven years old!!
That's kinda bad. Okay, it's very bad. But the chemistry that we appear to have cannot be denied. Well, as soon as further developments unfold, so will the rest of that story...

Why is it that on my last run here at Hunter I'm having such a great social time?
And why am I attracting girls that love to talk?!

This I can honestly say goes back to high school, where another Rican I was interested in found a friend in me. And that's all she found. While she would talk me to death about the three and four guys she dates, and wonder why she's in the mess she created, I would feel frustrated and upset for not digging myself out of the mess I was in; talking to a girl I can't even date. Not even, lending an ear to girl I can't even date. I vowed that she would never understand what I was going through, and to this day (yes, I mention her because we ran into each other today, and I had lots to catch up on), she still may not understand it. Way back in high school this started, and when I came here, I vowed history would not repeat itself. Yet now, the seeds have cultivated, and I find myself in the Lend-a-sistah-an-ear network. What am I gonna do?

Aye-yah!

Having a head cold in April is like the Yankees in April. It sucks.
It's nice one day, cool and breezy the next. And they finally turned off the heat, so it's regular temperature in my apartment. I guess my body wasn't used to that, so it caught a cold. Argh, where's the ginger tea where I can find it...
But, like this cold, I'm sure the Yankees will turn things around. It's just too soon to panic.

Move Your Body Girl
Nina Skye w. Jabba
Coolie Dance + (Plus)

School. Well, with oozing confidence, I am on my way to graduation. And an amazing thing happened on the way there too. After doing some light studying for my last BIO midterm, I headed to the library to cram. En route, I find $11, unadulterated, on the concrete floor. I ask around to see if anyone lost any cash, but either they were too lazy to look, or too indignant to admit to losing money. So I split it with the colleague I was with, and he says that this perhaps is a good omen, that we'll do fine in the exam.
I didn't want to do just fine, I really wanted to bump my grade for this class.
And bump I did.
101 out of 125 on the multiple choice, 92 out of 100 on the essay. Out of nowhere.
What does this mean? It means that I'll either walk away from this class with a B, B-, or a C+. Even in the worst case scenario, I will get full credit for the course.

Immediately after that, I went back to the library and studied for Auditing. I spoke of my new fortune, even offering refreshments in celebration of my good omen. The guy I was studying with accepted it, in the hopes that this omen spreads on. 93 was my grade; 91 was his. You see, do you see?!? God's working for me, folks! Things couldn't possibly get better...

But they do. Two weeks ago, I had a Business tax midterm worth 60% of my grade. Yup, that's 60%, meaning it's worth more than the final exam. Of course I don't know this until the day I get the results, but that's irrelevant. Me and Almor have done some light studying to get prepared for the midterm, but nothing really serious. So on the day of the exam, I started to worry. But something clicked to me and alerted me to ask to leave work early. So I did, and got to the library around the same time as I would have if I didn't leave early. So much for that, right? Well, I got to the library, foregone the intro to jazz class, and Almor and I crammed our asses off for this midterm. Chapter after chapter, problem set after problem set. Then, test time. I finish the test about one hour before it ends. (And for your knowledge, this class only meets once a week for three hours. So you can understand why we casually went about studying.) I noticed that about two problems that were there were too easily figured out to be correct. So I went through the test again, question by question, to find out what I thought he didn't test us on. The conclusion I got to was that Dividends received deduction was not on the test; then I went back to those two questions and lo and behold, they actually were DRD questions. After answering them correctly, I turned in my exam.
The following week (being last week), I got my results. And dis Kat made it to the 96th percentile baby! That means I can slack up here, and still pass! Yay!
But, as most of you know, that's not the plan. The plan is to continue on this high note, so I can graduate on a high note. That, to me, will be the sweetest victory of 'em all. And when I get there, I know that I've earned it.

Okay, y'all. It's 1:45AM. A kat needs his sleep for work tomorrow, dealing with them jabronies and such...
Oh yeah, the old-timer won't be there tomorrow. No matter, I need my sleep. Later...