Lessons Learned

My name is Jasara. I'm 22 and in college. My skin is the color of coffee. I have jade green eyes and long flowing hair the color of a raven's wing. I stand 5 feet 6 inches tall and have 32DD breasts. My waist is tiny.

Last semester, I was in danger of losing a scholarship because I was failing African History. I remember the day that I found out.

"Jasara, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Of course, Professor Swanson. What is it?"

"Jasara, I hate to tell you this but as things stand right now, you are failing this course with an F. You've missed several homework assignments and most of your tests have been really disappointing." God, I hate that word! That's the word my parents used to say when they wanted me to feel really guilty about something. The truth was that I just wasn't interested in African History. It was a required course so I signed up.

"I can't fail! I'll lose my scholarship!" The professor's face lit up and I got a bad feeling about this.

"I can help you. But I need to know what I can do to help."