Why I Regret Stepping Foot On A College Campus

A College Campus

A College Campus

I remember my senior year before I went to college. The sort of advice I received was be sure to use condoms, don’t do drugs, don’t party and study so you can make good grades and make your family proud. What no one told me, what I wish I would have known before I stepped one foot on that beautiful country campus is that it wasn’t drugs, women or study habits that would haunt me long after those college years; it was finances.

My first week on that college campus there was a table set up. Two attractive, cool college kids asking me if I wanted a free t-shirt and twenty five dollars. “Hey man, you’re away from home; you need a credit card for expenses. Gas money, maybe a date, a book you need right away.” Eighteen years old, not even a bank account in my name I signed up for the credit card and ten minutes later I was approved. That same week when I sat across from a counselor in the financial aid office she laid out several options for me. “This is what the University is offering you, A Pell Grant, your partial scholarship, four loan options.” All I saw was green, more money in my hand than I’d ever seen, a couple thousand more than I needed. I signed that promissory note not realizing I was signing my future earnings away.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame the University I attended for my bad decisions. I don’t blame the Federal Government or the Student Loan Lenders. Without those programs a lot of kids and adults would never even have a chance at college. I blame myself for not being better informed and though I can’t go back I can learn from my mistakes. My sisters, cousins, my future children will never be able to say, “I didn’t know.” I will be there with them letting them know, apply for scholarships, work a part time job, pay your student loan interest while you’re in school, maintain academic progress. Things I wasn’t told until it was too late.

I don’t regret going to college, I regret going to college when I did because I simply wasn’t prepared mentally. It’s what you’re supposed to do right? You don’t want to be the guy still staying at home working a job while all your friends are off at college. You don’t want to go to the military just as 9/11 happened and be deployed six months later. So I went to college and though the academics weren’t as hard as I thought the maturity level just wasn’t there.

Everyone in my office is excited about W2’s because who doesn’t love an influx of money? I on the other hand will be experiencing my third straight year of the Federal Government withholding my income taxes. All because I didn’t do what I was supposed to do when I was younger. A part of me is almost grateful that I am going through this because it’s forced me to budget more. It’s made me accountable. This hasn’t been easy but it’s been necessary. Though I wish I would have learned these lessons in my youth I still have a lot of life to live if God says the same and for that I’m thankful. Talk to your children about not just the parties, drugs, women or men. Talk to them about money and respecting it or it will come back to haunt them.

Working Late….

“Why are you whispering?”

“I’m whispering because these cubicles are about as thin as paper and I can’t have my co-workers thinking I’m a freak.”

“Shut up!”

She was laughing and smiling. Smiling and whispering. I could hear it through the phone. She wanted to say more, she wanted to curse me and challenge me. But I knew she wouldn’t be that woman if she knew someone could hear.

So I was going to have some fun with her. She was working late, they all were. They all hated their boss and they were all tense. I knew right now it was better to be the guy that made her smile than the guy that made her think.

“Are you wet?”

“I’m not answering that.” She whispered lower.

“Don’t be scared, it’s a simple yes or no question. No one knows what you’re saying yes to.”

“Yes.”

Her yes was firm, professional, she wanted people to hear that yes. She wanted to play a game. I was down to play a game.

“Can I pull your panties to the side and lick your clit until you cum?”

“Yes sir, I think we can accommodate you.”

“Can I bite your nipple through that white silk blouse while you whisper my name?”

“I’d like that very much sir.”

“Do you want to taste my sperm on your tongue?”

She paused for a couple of seconds, I could hear her breathing.

“Yes. In the matter you’re mentioning I feel like that would be a win win for both sides. Don’t you agree?”

“Can you put your finger inside of your pussy right now and tell me what the temperature is? Is it hot and warm, is it ready for my dick?”

“Yes sir, the client is ready and willing to accommodate you. All you have to do is bring the proper materials to our meeting.

Her tone was changing, it was becoming hard for her to ignore what my voice was doing to her.

“Can I cum in you.”

“Yes.”

I wanted to ask her to play with herself, to take off her panties and put them in her purse. I wanted her to think about all the things I was going to do to her tonight while she was at work. I needed her to know my desire to please her was simply the jumping off point. Tonight we would please each other… but only after work.

“I think we have a deal then.”

“I think we do also, I’m going to get these contracts signed and I hope to be hearing from you in the near future. You have no idea how badly I want these contracts signed.”

And just like that with no warning she hung up the phone and I prepared myself for the night we had in store.

Friday nights rocked.