She Git It From Her Mama!

I haven't had time to blog since Christmas. I have been swamped. My classes are going good except that all I do is write papers. I feel like my brain is fried sometimes. I have gotten in trouble several times cause my papers are in text mode. (giggle) I forgot and didn't complete my sentences or my words. I have to work on that! So, like, we were told to write a paper describing our family and how family genes are in us. (something like that) . So, like, I'm trying to think of something to write about and I started doodling on my paper. All of a sudden I heard a man's voice and when I looked up, my professor was standing over me looking down at my paper. He gave me this creepy look and then asked me to stand up and read my paper. At first, I wanted to tell him that it wasn't my paper; I was just doodling. But then I thought I can't let this guy embarrass me or get the best of me. So. like, I stood up and in my best Rapper Juvenile voice, I started rapping:"Oh, where she get her eyes from? She get it from her mama. Oh, where she get her thighs from. She get it from her mama. Where she learn how to cook from? She get it from her mama. Oh, where she get them looks from. She get it from her mama. But where she get her ass from. She get it from her mama. But where she get her class from. She get it from her mama. Oh, where she get her chest from? (giggle) She get it from her daddy! The whole class cracked up and with that I was simply asked to get busy on my paper. As I left class, he gave me a half smile. Relief. I was so afraid he was gonna be mad at me. I skipped and rapped all the way down the hall. "Keep it, keep it, I keep it, I keep it....hottt....hottt...hottt...shh"