Sage Whitehead has danced for as long as she could remember--it's always been a passion for her. And when she was given a scholarship to dance at Howard University, she jumps at the chance right away. Besides, it's always been her dream. However, Sa...
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It was Tuesday morning and after last night hit me that I would most likely need a back up plan in the real world, I had an idea in my head.
Mrs. Jhonni--my Studio Business teacher had been serious about me reaching out to her for anything. Whenever she saw me walking around the campus, she would stop me and have short conversations with me. Most of the time, the conversations would lead to us discussing my future endeavors in life, and I had been pretty adamant that owning a dance studio was the last thing on my mind. But now, with a change of heart, I was ready to face her class with an open mindset. The class was filled with students who didn't really care about anything that was being taught, so it wouldn't be hard for me to stand out.
Her class was simply easy to pass. All we needed to do is turn in the assignments, and the tests were normally open book so failing was not an option in that case. However, with the idea that this just might be the career path I choose in my life, part of me wanted to learn and wanted to understand the tests without having to have the Studio Business book by my side. So during class, I had a piece of paper out, and my favorite blue pen and I tried to take notes.
Notes were harder to take in college because mostly because there was an absence of a PowerPoint, so I had to make the tough decision of deciding whether or not something was important enough to write down or not. I always got anxious with this decision because knowing my luck, I would skip over something that seemed trivial, but appeared on at least three of the test questions.
Mrs. Jhonni saw that I was taking notes and every few seconds she would pause as if she was taking a deep breath, but wait until I looked up from my writing to continue again. My classmates at the table with me looked a little confused as to why I was taking notes, but then again, these were the people who didn't answer questions in class, and left fifteen minutes earlier everyday for undisclosed purposes.
Mrs. Jhonni's lectures always went by quickly, so when her class ended, I found myself struggling to pack up my binder so I could head back to my dorm.
"You looked very interested in class today, well, more interested because you're one of the few people who looked interested in my class every week." Mrs. Jhonni spoke. She was seated on the edge of her desk, and a knowing look appeared on her face. "Have you been thinking about owning a dance studio?" Mrs. Jhonni questioned.
"A little. Just in case you know, me being a back up dancer doesn't work out, I want something to fall back on." I told her truthfully. She nodded her head understanding where I was coming from. "It's a smart idea, honestly. I know a lot of people who put their eggs in one basket, and end up being broke in the long run. I don't necessarily see that in you. You're quite the performer." Mrs. Jhonni spoke. I knew she came to the Bison games--sometimes even the away games. She usually sat in the same area, and had on a Bison hat and some other school spirit shirt. I knew she wasn't there to watch basketball, more so to watch the dancers.
