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The digital clock has got to be one of man's greatest inventions. To think, you can just glance over at it, read the red numbers and know the exact time any time of the day. There's no approximation or calculations necessary. All you have to know is the number system and the difference between am and pm, and the sun can usually help you with that one.
I think time even moves faster on a digital clock. I've never done any tests on this, though, it's just a theory. I mean, when you think about it, it makes perfect sense. If you look at a digital clock, then look away for a little while, then look back, it's almost guaranteed to have changed time. But sometimes it can move too fast. Like when you're sleeping, in that good early morning sleep, dreaming about Halle Berry and trying to forget that you've got someplace to be in less than an hour. You hit the snooze button one more time for those final nine minutes of precious sleep, but the next thing you know the alarm is ringing again, making your nine minutes seem more like two and a half.
Other times, like in the middle of a Sunday afternoon when you're waiting for a Bulls-Knicks game to come on, a digital clock can seem like it's not moving at all. Tip-off time will be one-thirty, so you'll grab some nachos, a soda, and a comfortable spot in front of the TV about ten minutes before, because you can't miss the pregame for the Bulls-Knicks. That's like missing the sermon at Sunday service. So you're staring at the clock on the VCR, waiting on the game, but it seems like forever before it changes from 1:20 to 1:21. You're sitting there thinking to yourself, "There are still sixty seconds in a minute, right?"
That's the only good thing about an old-school clock-it's got that second hand on there that lets you know time is actually moving forward. It's not nearly as easy to read as a digital, and actually requires that time-telling skill that was supposed to be a part of your kindergarten curriculum, but at least with the second hand you can visually chart time's progress. You can even stare at it while it's spinning around if you want, just to make sure that everything is in order, but that can get boring after a while. That's probably why I'm thinking about some stupid shit like this now, cause the second hand just ain't moving fast enough in this piece today.
I always come to class planning on paying attention for the full fifty-five minutes, but about twenty or thirty minutes into the show, depending on the day, I start drifting. And I mean drifting. Spanish is one of those classes that's a fast starter, but a brother can get tired of the same routine over and over again. Repeat this word, read this paragraph, tell your partner about your favorite TV show. Come on, now. I'm trying to go to sleep, for real. But you can't do that in Spanish, 'cause there isn't anywhere to hide in this little-ass room and Senorita Samuel is liable to throw a workbook at you if your head even looks like it's about to nod off.
Who was the genius who proposed classes should be fifty-five minutes in the first place? This is college. We're supposed to be the best and the brightest, you know, the future of America. You'd think we could speed things along a little bit at this level. Forty-five minutes seems like more than enough time for a lesson. You can do a whole lot in a half-hour, too, if you have a well-planned agenda. We used to run about a dozen different drills at basketball practice in a half-hour, and that was on a slow day.
There's really no reason to still be here. Senorita Samuel already put the homework assignment up on the board, and she's announced that there's yet another quiz coming up on Monday, so why is she still talking? Why can't the damn clock spin any faster? I'm trying to get up out of here before this girl remembers that it's Wednesday.
I glanced over at her to see if she was still paying attention. She was sitting there at the desk beside me with her black ski jacket draped on the seat, drawing pictures in the upper margin of her notebook, so it was a safe bet that she wasn't. She was looking good, though. Hair was all shiny, slicked back and tied into place with one of those scrunchy things, leaving a short ponytail kinda shooting out and looping back around. Skin was creamy cocoa brown and smooth, with almost no flaws, like a Camay commercial. There was a pimple trying to peek out of her cheek, but it was one of those cute little ones, so it wasn't messing up her program at all. She was rocking a gray State warm-up suit that was fitting loose on her, but underneath there were all kinds of curves going on. She had a body that could stop traffic on the highway, and that's my word. But she had the nerve to have one of her sneakers off, with her bare foot sticking out.
I like feet. Even the toes. I wouldn't say that I had a foot fetish or anything like that, 'cause I'm not trying to be licking some girl's stank-ass bunions, but I could appreciate a nice foot from a safe distance. Feet say a lot about a girl. If she takes the time to take care of her feet-putting a little lotion on 'em to kill the ashiness, keeping the toenails freshly painted and all of that-it's saying to me that she takes pride in her total self. It's a sign that she's not taking any shorts, and that she's all about the details. People always forget the feet. How can you forget the feet? We step on our feet all day, every day. Feet need love too. That's why I could never get with Tameka for real. She disrespects her feet on the regular. Paint is always chipped, skin is peeling off, and they don't smell too cool either. I guess that's what happens when you run track, and walk around all the time with no socks on.
I closed my book and notebook even though Senorita Samuel was still running her mouth all fast about something. I swear, she reminded me of my mom sometimes. There were only a few minutes left in the class, so whatever she was talking about couldn't be all that important. If it was, I'd just get it tomorrow when she repeated it, 'cause she always repeated everything at least three times for the slow learners and the people like me who just didn't pay attention all the time. Or maybe she repeated stuff just because she liked the sound of her voice. That was why Moms did it.
I was just about to put my stuff in my backpack when I felt a hand tap me on my shoulder. I turned, and Tameka had her notebook pointing in my direction with the words "Are you still coming thru 2nite?" scribbled down in between a few doodles in purple ink. Damn. She didn't forget.
I really didn't plan on sleeping with Tameka. Actually, I can't say that
with a straight face because, on the real, I had been planning it since the
first day of class. I just didn't plan for it to work out like this.
Copyright 2000 by Brian Peterson
Posted July 16, 2008
I really enjoyed this book because I kind of related to the main character, Tony Norris. I recommend this book to young African American college students, especially girls. It was like an insight to the mind of an average young Black man!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 29, 2008
I can truly say this was a waste of my money.I can read a book in 1 day if it keeps my attention, this was the most boring book I have ever read and a waste of my time and money.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 17, 2001
I am a 20 year old who wants to somewhat understand why men do the things they do. This was a good jump start for guys in my age group, not to mention he explained a little about bball so it was over all a good read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 8, 2001
Peterson takes you back to how it was during college days. He writes about what actually happens when class is out. I feel the thrill of reading this book was how vividly Peterson takes you back to the way it goes on college campus. The writer takes the reader through events that college students on and off campus experience and how it's survived through constant decision-making. Move Over, Girl is all about decisions and friendship in a higher-learning environment.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 31, 2000
I really enjoyed 'Move Over, Girl'. It was a great trip down memory lane. It reminded me of my days in college. I recommend this book to men who like to read. The only thing I didn't like about this book was the fact that it was so drawn out and not detailed enough. It could have used a few more references to college life, but overall I enjoyed reading this particular book and look forward to reading more books by Brian Peterson.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 26, 2000
'Move Over Girl' placed you right in the center of Tony Norris' life. It gave you a very in depth description of college life. Classes, parties, and empty affairs. You find yourself struggling along with Tony trying to decipher the meaning of true love as he sees it. What an eye opening experience when he realizes that true love was just around the corner (staring him right in the face all along). A GREAT BOOK!!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 12, 2000
This story was so true to the African American college experience that it was scary. I felt like I was back in undergraduate witnessing the hormone driven young men chasing after every female that breathed. Excellent work.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.