Upperclassman Mentoring

Brittany pointed to the black and white sign that read “Upperclassman Mentoring”, with photos of black boys that no doubt acted as the Troy Boltons of the BCUs. “Ooh, in what way..”

“Don’t be so crude, Brittany. This is a college, not a brothel.”

“Don’t be so stuffy, Samantha. This is a college, not a private school.” Brittany mocked, before speeding to the stand.

“Hello,” Brittany greeted. “What is this, exactly?”

“A place where freshmen can learn their place in the.. setting of BCU. Me, and around 60 other African-American men, separate into small groups and help the freshmen.. or, in most cases, freshwomen,” He amended, throwing a wink Samantha’s way, “Feel more comfortable, here at BCU.”

“Of course. Thank you for the information. Samantha would like this group very much.”

Sam raised her eyebrows, before she realized her name was on the sign-up sheet and Brittany was gone.