Ahhh fall 1989! I loved my freshman year @ Morgan! (and the other 3.5 after it). I didn't loose my mind and act a fool (just learned the fine art of coming in at 5 am with no complaints). I was sick my 2nd semester so i wasn't around alot from feb-april and folks thought I was: dead, dropped out or pregnant because i barely attended classes. My teachers knew i was sick (had strep i think that i got from my bf) and I was there for my tests so they didn't hassle me too much. I had a 3.85 that semester and made honor roll for the year. I had a wonderful Biology teacher that has unfortuately passed from prostrate cancer (Dr, Jerkins). I really enjoyed my freshman year.I was pretty independent before I came so I could take care of myself but I did learn:
How to NOT become a Wisconson sleeper
How to play spades, tell a guy no and still be friends
How to jip the washer and dryer for extra minutes
What NOT to eat in the refectory (cafeteria)
That the Black man was a beautiful thing (went to an all girls hs)
Wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world.
