GoAggieGo.
getting blitzed.
Breh, you mentioned more and more white folks attending T, and that’s so true.Oh shyt at that synopses
You may not be an Aggie but you may have to share some of them stories in detail. Names can be protected but you sound like got some dope shyt
One thing that after me makes me and occasionally when I go back to the Yard is the rise of the white population I see.
Like seeing simple shyt I’ve only ever saw at white schools like UNC, UNCG, Wake, or UNCCH.....
Like on sunny days white people under a tree reading a book or one time I saw a white girl on roller blades at that (still for me) new parking area behind Holland Dorm.
Cuz there was legit like no white when I was there.
Hell we ain’t really have a lot of mixed cats that I remember. There was one Asian broad named Lisa that was a Delta I had a crush on.
The white dude that was cool with my click only lasted one year.... Fr and we never saw him again and his roommate lasted but he only hung with them Cuban Linx niccas.
Now I go back and it’s like like A LOT of white folks go there but it’s definitely way more than what we had.
Maybe I’m forgetting but I don’t remember a white face in ANY class I had and I especially my Major classes in Graphic Communication
Martha
There was this white boy that was there and pretty well known on the yard. His name was Russia. We called him that cause he was from Russia and still sounded like he was fresh off the boat.
Anyways, the sisters loved him and he loved them. It was nothing to see him tongue’n down a chick at the hangout area in front of the cafe, or hugged up on some girl. He was a cool guy.
He was in my major, but there was quite a few whites, Hispanics, and them Arabs in engineering. There was this Arab named Abdullah. Mafucca would cheat like hell in every class. Got his engineering degree and literally cheated his whole way through. My girl couldn’t stand him lol. He tried to cheat off her once but she wasn’t having it. I ain’t care if you cheated off me, but you had to bring something to the table. He didn’t, so after awhile I just tried to avoid him. I wasn’t a saint, but I learned something. He ain’t learn a thing. He stunk too.