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Shouldn't Be Bragging Negro

This one is your run of the mill wannabe player.  He'll tell you loudly, and in great detail about each and every conquest he's had that month, often repeating the same story two or three times in the same conversation.  If you take what he says at face value, he might sound like the pool boy at the Playboy Mansion.  You were never really threatened by him though, because judging by his looks, clothes, and just overall grimeyness, you were pretty sure that the kind of chick he was tappin' wasn't up to your standards.  Then you actually *see* a few of the girls he was messing with.  :o Lip hair.  Multiple chins.  Fingernails that look like The Grinch's smile. How in God's name is she missing teeth?  Dense as he is, he mistakes your look of barely concealed horror for stunned approval, and has a big sh!t eating grin on his face.  You try not to look directly at the girls, and pretend that you don't notice the hungry looks they give you.  You shudder and shake your head when they leave.  When you next see your gf you kiss her and tell her she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen.

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Oh, *slaps forehead*

I missed your previous post, so I didn't realize he was responding to that.  There was no context.  I'm sure it was all in jest.

I liked the part about the lunch lady that calls everyone "baby".  Attention to detail.   You'll go far in law school, TruOne.

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Wackypad - You've seen this negro before. Spent the majority of their life (so far) growing up between the ghettos of St. Thomas and a glitzy and glamorous all-white fully-gated community in Vermont. They're expereince with black folx outside their family was LeRoy the mail-main and Ms. Johnson the cafeteria cook at school who always called everybody, "Baby". Wackypad can be typically found on Blackplanet.com and BET.com attempting to reconnect with their roots. The last time you heard from Wackypad, they had converted to the Nation of Islam was last seen on the corner of Lee St. and Ralph David Abernathy selling Bean Pies.

This is the first one so far that is a little bit beyond me....

Hold up, is this a jab at PaddyWack or is that pure coincidence?

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's a shot at me.

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Dammitt, doesn't anyone else have any "that negro" vingettes?

I like this thread, but it gets me kinda sad, because it reminds of how little I can contribute.  I spent my formative years (birth to age 10) spilt between the ghettos of Jamaica and an all white ritzy semi-gated community in New York (serious culture shock!).  As a result I've always felt disconnected from the American Black culture.  Always an outsider looking in.  So, these descriptions are funny and interesting, because they fill in the picture just a little bit more.

BTW, does anyone here share my experiences?

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edit: Strunk and White made me anal about grammer and punctuation.

Is this the most ironic sentence ever?

It...could be.

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Lisa - Lisa is diamond in the rough.  A shorty from the hood with brains and decency.  She's largely resisted the iniquities that comes with life in the hood, and somehow earned a scholarship to college.  You meet her in class and get to know her.  She's cool as hell; she doesn't really smoke weed, but will take a few puffs every now and again.  She likes the stuff you like and digs your sense of humor.  She's earnest and sincere and you have great conversations with her, particularly about women.  It begins to dawn on you that she likes, but in the looks department, she's nothing special.  You curse yourself for a shallow hornball, but ultimately decide to ignore it and hope it goes away.   You're both at a party one night, you both get fvcked up, and she ends up giving you a BJ.  Having busted your nut, you come to your senses, don't reciprocate, and she realizes that you never will.  You drift apart.  Years later you find out through a third party that she moved several states away and went to med school.  Internally, you shed a tear for a lost friendship and wish her well.

Haha, okay.  Now that's way too specific.

Haha...ahhh...

Sorry.  Got kind of carried away there.

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Black Law Student Discussion Board / Re: motivation?
« on: June 14, 2006, 05:18:45 PM »

At this point I could care less whether or not I get accepted.



But Ive got a plan; I will be the last person laughing.  Im going to law school.  Furthermore, Im going to succeed in law school ...

Law school needs people like me; young, black, outspoken and ready to shine brighter than the sun.  Law schools need people like you too----young, black, outspoken and ready to shine brighter than the sun. 
Law school--- its not just for white kids.

I'm missing something, I just know it.

That's the problem with rants, you can get so caught up in their carthatic effect that you sometimes lose focus.  It's especially bad when you write down your rants.

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Fellas.  I'll be in the NYC area from July onwards.  I start Rutgers - Newark in the fall.

How about you help a brotha' out and let me know what I've been missing in this thread so I don't have to read all 29 pages?

You've missed absolutely nothing.

Mostly idle chit-chat.  But when you come up in the area, check it to see if we're trying to hang out.

Will do.  Thanks.

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Lisa - Lisa is diamond in the rough.  A shorty from the hood with brains and decency.  She's largely resisted the iniquities that comes with life in the hood, and somehow earned a scholarship to college.  You meet her in class and get to know her.  She's cool as hell; she doesn't really smoke weed, but will take a few puffs every now and again.  She likes the stuff you like and digs your sense of humor.  She's earnest and sincere and you have great conversations with her, particularly about women.  It begins to dawn on you that she likes, but in the looks department, she's nothing special.  You curse yourself for a shallow hornball, but ultimately decide to ignore it and hope it goes away.   You're both at a party one night, you both get fvcked up, and she ends up giving you a BJ.  Having busted your nut, you come to your senses, don't reciprocate, and she realizes that you never will.  You drift apart.  Years later you find out through a third party that she moved several states away and went to med school.  Internally, you shed a tear for a lost friendship and wish her well.

And you end up marrying some pretty golddigging chickenhead thinking you got a dime and go on to live a shallow life. She proceeds to gain 50 pounds on you within 2 years of marriage. You regret passing up on the lifelong relationship the two of you would have had.LOL Don't end up being that negro

Never that, my friend.  I'm *extremely* picky when it comes to women, so marrying a chickenhead is pretty unlikely.  I'm just an hobbyist writer taking an opportunity to work on character creations.  These "people" are largely an amalgam of various black people I've encountered who share enough traits that they kind of converge in my mind to form archetypes.  No one in particular, just piece there, piece there, you know?

But, lest we bullsh!t ourselves; you'll never be happy with someone you're not attracted to, no matter how "fulfilling" the relationship is otherwise.

edit: Strunk and White made me anal about grammer and punctuation.

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Fellas.  I'll be in the NYC area from July onwards.  I start Rutgers - Newark in the fall.

How about you help a brotha' out and let me know what I've been missing in this thread so I don't have to read all 29 pages?

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