School Daze
By: Crystal
Chapter One
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Years ago, I could only dream that one day I would one day be here, at the University of Miami. But now, I'm proud to say that my experience here has been all I could imagine and more. I'm now a junior and am proud of it, let me tell you. I attend the University of Miami's College of Arts & Sciences. My goal is to become a criminal lawyer, and after all this time, I finally get to take the one course that I've been wanting to take forever: Criminology. We've had some new additions to the UM Staff as of late, and this was done mostly towards the end of last year. I heard that one of our new teachers is going to be teaching my Criminology class. Of course, I don't know if it's true or not because rumors tend to go around here like the drop of a hat, if you can believe it.
I'm roommates with my best friend, Dany Garcia. We live in an apartment together, which is pretty cool. When I first came here, me and her kind of clicked I guess you could say. She's really cool and down to earth. She, however attends UM's School of Business Administration. Her goal is to become a very successful businesswoman...she's well on her way. So unfortunately, we don't have any classes together. We compensate for always going to breakfast, lunch, and dinner though. And then, on the weekends, we take the HurryCane Shuttle (since neither of us have cars) and go to Coconut Grove or Downtown Miami to chill and scope for some hot guys. For the past 2 weekends straight, we've been going to the clubs and checking out the many different ones. Our favorite one so far is the Triangle Club. When you go in there, it's always got the music blasting and people just be having a good time, for real.
"Hey Crissy!" Dany said, coming into my room.
"What's up, girl?" I ask, smiling at her.
Dany comes over and plops down on my bed, sending my schedule on the floor. She picks it up and hands it back to me, and then starts talking.
"So, guess who I got for Business Management?" Dany asked.
"Who?" I ask, looking up at her.
"Mr. McMahon!" Dany said, cracking up.
"You're not serious. James McMahon?" I asked, starting to laugh along with her.
"Yes!" Dany said, laughing again.
"He is such a nutcase, I'm serious. I heard about his lectures and how he can be really strict...you better be careful." I said.
"Girl, I'm not worried about him. I'm well on my way to getting a degree in Business and Finance anyway, and he's not gonna stop me." Dany said.
"That's the attitude to have!" I said, making her laugh.
"So, who do you got for your Criminology class?" Dany asked, getting serious.
"I don't know...who's Johnson?" I ask.
"Oh, I don't remember seeing anyone by the name of Johnson in the Faculty list for your college of arts and sciences. I bet they are one of those new teachers that was just added over the summer." Dany said.
"Okay...well, I'm ready to go to lunch. I have Johnson after, so I guess I'll find out then. Let's go, girl." I say, getting of my bed and putting my schedule in my pocket and grabbing my bag.
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"My name is Dwayne Johnson, and this is Criminology." Mr. Johnson said, writing his name up on the board.
Hey now! If THIS is my teacher, then this is gonna be a nice class! This guy looks like he just WALKED out of heaven and into my class. I've had cute teachers in the past, but THIS guy is a god!
"I'm new to UM, but I'm certainly not new to the Justice System. I formerly was an attorney for 6 years, and after that I started teaching. As far as I'm concerned, you all can call me Dwayne. You're my students and I'm your teacher, but what the hell...I'm going to try and make this experience for you all in my class as fun and real as I can." Mr. Johnson said, sitting on his desk.
"Mr. Johnson? I have a question...why did you stop being an attorney?" A guy named Josh asked.
"To be totally honest, I just got bored with it after a while." Mr. Johnson said, making the class laugh.
"Why?" I yelled out.
"It's kind of hard to explain...when you do something for so long, and it becomes routine and nothing changes, you tend to get bored with it. And that's just what happened to me. But it's a long story...I'll tell you guys it one day." Mr. Johnson said, picking up a stack of papers on his desk.
"This is the course syllabus. We're gonna go over it together."
The way our rows are set up in here is that they go up, like seats in an arena. I sit up in the very last row, but I get a good "view" from what it looks like. He's making his way up here, and he looks so good!
Mr. Johnson has on these black slacks, white buttoned down shirt, and a black tie. And he is always smiling! This is just our first day with him, and he's gotta be flashing that smile of his all over the place! He looks to be about 6'4" and if I could make an estimate on his weight, I'd say he looks about a good 250, give or take. But it's 6 feet, 4 inches and 250 pounds of caramel GOODNESS, ya'll! Oh, let me shut up. Here he comes!
"Can you pass these down for me, honey?" He asked. There goes that smile again!
"Sure, Mr. Johnson." I said, smiling back and taking the papers from him.
Mr. Johnson started to walk away, but then he changed his mind. Here he comes again!
"Could you help me out, honey? I need to get this attendance down, and you look like you know everyone in the class." He said, smiling.
I did know all these people in this class, and that was only because they had been in my Sociology classes with me throughout the years. So we were all pretty familiar with each other. I got up out my seat and walked with him down to the front of the room.
"What's your name?" Mr. Johnson asked, looking at me.
"Crystal." I said, smiling.
"Okay people! Listen up! Before we take a look at the syllabus, Crystal here is gonna give me a little assistance and help with the attendance." Mr. Johnson said.
"Oh, she'll ASSIST you alright!" This guy named Matt said out loud, making the class laugh.
"Kiss my ass, Simpson!" I yelled back.
"Ooh!" The class said, laughing.
"Alright, alright! Nobody is gonna be kissing anybody's ass in here. Crystal, please proceed." Mr. Johnson said, chuckling.
"When I say your name, say 'here'." I said, clearing my throat.
So I went through the attendance pretty easily without any smart comments from my fellow classmates. That's always good. I'm cool with all of them, for the most part. But a few of them in particular are just some real jackasses, if you know what I mean.
"Thank you, Crystal. You can go sit down now." Mr. Johnson said, sitting on the edge of his desk again.
I walked back to my seat and took a quick glance over of his 4 page syllabus. It says here, on the 3rd page, about 2 paragraphs down about how we can contact him if we have any questions or whatever. His home and cell number is here, as well as his e-mail. God IS good, people! Did I forget to mention that I absolutely LOVE UM?!!!
"Before I get to anything else, go to the 3rd page and about 2 paragraphs down it lists my personal contact information. Now, this is extremely important. If you're ever in any trouble or whatever the case may be, I would rather you call ME then go out and do something stupid. Like, for example, if you're out to a party and you get drunk and wanna drive home, DON'T. Call me, and I will come get you. I don't care what time it is. You may piss me off, but it's better than getting in your car and driving back to your dorm and facing the risk of getting into an accident and killing you and potentially others too. I respect and care about every last one of you in here. So, again...if you have a personal problem and you need someone to talk to, come to me. I won't say a word to anyone about it, and it'll just be between me and you. I trust you guys, and I hope that you'll trust me when I tell you this." Mr. Johnson said, looking at all of us.
"You understand?" He asked.
"Yes." We all answered in unison.
"Okay. I just wanted to get that out of the way. Any questions before I move on?" Mr. Johnson asked, searching around the room for raised hands.
"I heard that you were going to be the assistant coach of the football team with Coach Larry Coker. Is that true?"
"What's your name?" Mr. Johnson asked the guy.
"Steve Marris." He answered.
"I'm good with names and faces, so after today I'll have all of you down. Um, answering your question...yes, it's true." Mr. Johnson answered, smiling.
"Well, I heard that you used to play football here when you attended UM some years ago." Steve said.
"Damn! Do ya'll know my 411 like THAT?" Mr. Johnson asked, making us laugh.
"Yeah, I used to go here back in the day. And I was a player for the UM Hurricanes. I played defensive end and defensive tackle. Are ya'll done telling me my bio, or is there more?" He asked.
"They're sorry, Mr. Johnson." I said, smiling.
"Aww!" Everyone said, laughing.
"What's so funny?! The man just got here, and already ya'll are trying to take over the class for him. Ya'll better act like ya'll know!" I said, raising my voice.
"Yes mother." They all answered, making me laugh.
I earned that nickname last year in one of my Sociology classes. It's a long story, and a funny one at that, but I'm not going to go into detail explaining now. It's a story for another time.
"Thank you, Crystal. Looks like she TOLD ya'll! Now I know what to do if ya'll wanna act up. I'll just call my girl Crystal and she'll straighten you guys out! Damn! She must got you guys shook!" Mr. Johnson said, cracking up.
"Mr. Johnson, she's sucking up." Steve yelled out.
"Man, what the hell is with this Mr. Johnson stuff? I thought I told ya'll that you could call me by my first name?! I'm not that much of a traditionalist when it comes to my class, I'll tell you that now." He said, looking at us.
"Anyways, let me get on with this damn syllabus. People, I'm sorry for making it so long. It's just that I like to be detailed and thorough in whatever I do, and I guess that's one of the things I got from being a lawyer. So ya'll are gonna have to deal with it." Dwayne said, looking over the syllabus.
"It's cool." This girl Tara said from down in the 2nd row.
"You know what? Just look over this sometime today. There isn't enough time to go over everything. I wanna know a little bit about you guys." Dwayne said, putting the syllabus down.
~TO BE CONTINUED~
By: Crystal
Chapter One
******
Years ago, I could only dream that one day I would one day be here, at the University of Miami. But now, I'm proud to say that my experience here has been all I could imagine and more. I'm now a junior and am proud of it, let me tell you. I attend the University of Miami's College of Arts & Sciences. My goal is to become a criminal lawyer, and after all this time, I finally get to take the one course that I've been wanting to take forever: Criminology. We've had some new additions to the UM Staff as of late, and this was done mostly towards the end of last year. I heard that one of our new teachers is going to be teaching my Criminology class. Of course, I don't know if it's true or not because rumors tend to go around here like the drop of a hat, if you can believe it.
I'm roommates with my best friend, Dany Garcia. We live in an apartment together, which is pretty cool. When I first came here, me and her kind of clicked I guess you could say. She's really cool and down to earth. She, however attends UM's School of Business Administration. Her goal is to become a very successful businesswoman...she's well on her way. So unfortunately, we don't have any classes together. We compensate for always going to breakfast, lunch, and dinner though. And then, on the weekends, we take the HurryCane Shuttle (since neither of us have cars) and go to Coconut Grove or Downtown Miami to chill and scope for some hot guys. For the past 2 weekends straight, we've been going to the clubs and checking out the many different ones. Our favorite one so far is the Triangle Club. When you go in there, it's always got the music blasting and people just be having a good time, for real.
"Hey Crissy!" Dany said, coming into my room.
"What's up, girl?" I ask, smiling at her.
Dany comes over and plops down on my bed, sending my schedule on the floor. She picks it up and hands it back to me, and then starts talking.
"So, guess who I got for Business Management?" Dany asked.
"Who?" I ask, looking up at her.
"Mr. McMahon!" Dany said, cracking up.
"You're not serious. James McMahon?" I asked, starting to laugh along with her.
"Yes!" Dany said, laughing again.
"He is such a nutcase, I'm serious. I heard about his lectures and how he can be really strict...you better be careful." I said.
"Girl, I'm not worried about him. I'm well on my way to getting a degree in Business and Finance anyway, and he's not gonna stop me." Dany said.
"That's the attitude to have!" I said, making her laugh.
"So, who do you got for your Criminology class?" Dany asked, getting serious.
"I don't know...who's Johnson?" I ask.
"Oh, I don't remember seeing anyone by the name of Johnson in the Faculty list for your college of arts and sciences. I bet they are one of those new teachers that was just added over the summer." Dany said.
"Okay...well, I'm ready to go to lunch. I have Johnson after, so I guess I'll find out then. Let's go, girl." I say, getting of my bed and putting my schedule in my pocket and grabbing my bag.
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"My name is Dwayne Johnson, and this is Criminology." Mr. Johnson said, writing his name up on the board.
Hey now! If THIS is my teacher, then this is gonna be a nice class! This guy looks like he just WALKED out of heaven and into my class. I've had cute teachers in the past, but THIS guy is a god!
"I'm new to UM, but I'm certainly not new to the Justice System. I formerly was an attorney for 6 years, and after that I started teaching. As far as I'm concerned, you all can call me Dwayne. You're my students and I'm your teacher, but what the hell...I'm going to try and make this experience for you all in my class as fun and real as I can." Mr. Johnson said, sitting on his desk.
"Mr. Johnson? I have a question...why did you stop being an attorney?" A guy named Josh asked.
"To be totally honest, I just got bored with it after a while." Mr. Johnson said, making the class laugh.
"Why?" I yelled out.
"It's kind of hard to explain...when you do something for so long, and it becomes routine and nothing changes, you tend to get bored with it. And that's just what happened to me. But it's a long story...I'll tell you guys it one day." Mr. Johnson said, picking up a stack of papers on his desk.
"This is the course syllabus. We're gonna go over it together."
The way our rows are set up in here is that they go up, like seats in an arena. I sit up in the very last row, but I get a good "view" from what it looks like. He's making his way up here, and he looks so good!
Mr. Johnson has on these black slacks, white buttoned down shirt, and a black tie. And he is always smiling! This is just our first day with him, and he's gotta be flashing that smile of his all over the place! He looks to be about 6'4" and if I could make an estimate on his weight, I'd say he looks about a good 250, give or take. But it's 6 feet, 4 inches and 250 pounds of caramel GOODNESS, ya'll! Oh, let me shut up. Here he comes!
"Can you pass these down for me, honey?" He asked. There goes that smile again!
"Sure, Mr. Johnson." I said, smiling back and taking the papers from him.
Mr. Johnson started to walk away, but then he changed his mind. Here he comes again!
"Could you help me out, honey? I need to get this attendance down, and you look like you know everyone in the class." He said, smiling.
I did know all these people in this class, and that was only because they had been in my Sociology classes with me throughout the years. So we were all pretty familiar with each other. I got up out my seat and walked with him down to the front of the room.
"What's your name?" Mr. Johnson asked, looking at me.
"Crystal." I said, smiling.
"Okay people! Listen up! Before we take a look at the syllabus, Crystal here is gonna give me a little assistance and help with the attendance." Mr. Johnson said.
"Oh, she'll ASSIST you alright!" This guy named Matt said out loud, making the class laugh.
"Kiss my ass, Simpson!" I yelled back.
"Ooh!" The class said, laughing.
"Alright, alright! Nobody is gonna be kissing anybody's ass in here. Crystal, please proceed." Mr. Johnson said, chuckling.
"When I say your name, say 'here'." I said, clearing my throat.
So I went through the attendance pretty easily without any smart comments from my fellow classmates. That's always good. I'm cool with all of them, for the most part. But a few of them in particular are just some real jackasses, if you know what I mean.
"Thank you, Crystal. You can go sit down now." Mr. Johnson said, sitting on the edge of his desk again.
I walked back to my seat and took a quick glance over of his 4 page syllabus. It says here, on the 3rd page, about 2 paragraphs down about how we can contact him if we have any questions or whatever. His home and cell number is here, as well as his e-mail. God IS good, people! Did I forget to mention that I absolutely LOVE UM?!!!
"Before I get to anything else, go to the 3rd page and about 2 paragraphs down it lists my personal contact information. Now, this is extremely important. If you're ever in any trouble or whatever the case may be, I would rather you call ME then go out and do something stupid. Like, for example, if you're out to a party and you get drunk and wanna drive home, DON'T. Call me, and I will come get you. I don't care what time it is. You may piss me off, but it's better than getting in your car and driving back to your dorm and facing the risk of getting into an accident and killing you and potentially others too. I respect and care about every last one of you in here. So, again...if you have a personal problem and you need someone to talk to, come to me. I won't say a word to anyone about it, and it'll just be between me and you. I trust you guys, and I hope that you'll trust me when I tell you this." Mr. Johnson said, looking at all of us.
"You understand?" He asked.
"Yes." We all answered in unison.
"Okay. I just wanted to get that out of the way. Any questions before I move on?" Mr. Johnson asked, searching around the room for raised hands.
"I heard that you were going to be the assistant coach of the football team with Coach Larry Coker. Is that true?"
"What's your name?" Mr. Johnson asked the guy.
"Steve Marris." He answered.
"I'm good with names and faces, so after today I'll have all of you down. Um, answering your question...yes, it's true." Mr. Johnson answered, smiling.
"Well, I heard that you used to play football here when you attended UM some years ago." Steve said.
"Damn! Do ya'll know my 411 like THAT?" Mr. Johnson asked, making us laugh.
"Yeah, I used to go here back in the day. And I was a player for the UM Hurricanes. I played defensive end and defensive tackle. Are ya'll done telling me my bio, or is there more?" He asked.
"They're sorry, Mr. Johnson." I said, smiling.
"Aww!" Everyone said, laughing.
"What's so funny?! The man just got here, and already ya'll are trying to take over the class for him. Ya'll better act like ya'll know!" I said, raising my voice.
"Yes mother." They all answered, making me laugh.
I earned that nickname last year in one of my Sociology classes. It's a long story, and a funny one at that, but I'm not going to go into detail explaining now. It's a story for another time.
"Thank you, Crystal. Looks like she TOLD ya'll! Now I know what to do if ya'll wanna act up. I'll just call my girl Crystal and she'll straighten you guys out! Damn! She must got you guys shook!" Mr. Johnson said, cracking up.
"Mr. Johnson, she's sucking up." Steve yelled out.
"Man, what the hell is with this Mr. Johnson stuff? I thought I told ya'll that you could call me by my first name?! I'm not that much of a traditionalist when it comes to my class, I'll tell you that now." He said, looking at us.
"Anyways, let me get on with this damn syllabus. People, I'm sorry for making it so long. It's just that I like to be detailed and thorough in whatever I do, and I guess that's one of the things I got from being a lawyer. So ya'll are gonna have to deal with it." Dwayne said, looking over the syllabus.
"It's cool." This girl Tara said from down in the 2nd row.
"You know what? Just look over this sometime today. There isn't enough time to go over everything. I wanna know a little bit about you guys." Dwayne said, putting the syllabus down.
~TO BE CONTINUED~