When Michelle Obama stood up and told the world that black girls rock, that was IT for me and cacs. I STAYED punking my professors and the dean. Got three - count 'em, THREE - bullshyt grades overturned at the highest level. They delayed both of my degrees twice, but I got 'em and that's all that matters.
True story: cave bytch grad adviser had me brought up on disciplinary sanctions (five counts!) for telling her that if she was going to keep riding my back, she should slap my ass so we both got a thrill. (I also called the dean a fukkboy LONG story.) So I was looking at suspension for up to two years. By then, I fukking hated everybody and just assumed I'd get sanctioned so I was out of fukks to give. Showed up to the board w/a big-ass Afro, bubble gum Timbs and three earrings in my ears. The disciplinary hearing went like this:
DB: Did you call the dean a fukkboy?
Me: Yes, sir.
DB: Why?
Me: B/c he's a fukkboy.
DB: ...
Looooooooong story short, the board ruled that the DB was not created for personal beefs, not even b/t students and professors. Five fukking charges & I was cleared of every single one of them.
Brehs...when I tell you that I messed with that bytch up until BOTH of my graduation days, y'all just don't know. I had her for three goddamned classes in all (one for one master's degree and two for the other), and I
never missed an opportunity to remind her that she was soft, a coward, a straight-up white girl tears shedding menthol-smelling bytch who could only help my educational journey by retiring or dying. Damn, I miss her.