I got a million ways to get it–yet I’m still hustling to find that one. I guess it shows that I suffer from bicareerality; I’m attracted to more than just one type. I escort books by day–and perform business by night-fall; I will not trip…
I transform by a flash–literally as my expensive camera catches only pixels of my hustle. You tell me good job Phifer keep doin your thang–but those words don’t keep my mind registered. If I wrote you a 4 page letter and enclosed it with a kiss of inspiration you still couldn’t read my words–I keep my feet on solid ground; and use my–I use my wings when storms come around. Boots are suppose to be made for walking; I got a boot on my truck earlier this day and I told the parking security that I did not appericate it, they know what I drive. My disposition “after all the stuff I do with Morehouse you gonna boot me like I ain’t the face of–off campus“. And then parking man said I parked in a professors spot–I said “well it should be my spot, hell my hustle sits on his and so does my car; he Hyundai”. But that’s another lesson”. And I had him unlace the boot at no charge.
The game starts now: Class vs Career–now swing batter batter. A true story, I was in class emailing the publisher of Complex magazine, and mid way through our email consultation my professor called me out and said “put that cell phone away before I take it“. I immediately laughed in my head and thought “lady you betta be careful what you say to me“. But the new and improved Phifer does not battle people with words anymore—actions kill wars. So I just sat there with a Beyonce smile–cause Im trynna chill with Jay, Ye, Don & Shaun Boyd–who wrote a 2007 piece about school. The points I took from it:
“A degree is a piece of paper, it’s not a magical entity that grants the holder immediate and undeniable success. This claim is not to suggest that a college education is worthless, I’m only suggesting that a college degree is nothing more than a ticket to compete. It puts you in the running for a better future, but it provides no guarantees.
“The degree wasn’t the final answer, it was just one factor in a much larger equation. It was the starting line, not the finish. Now that we had our ticket to compete, it was up to us to make something of it”.-Shaun Boyd August 14th 2007 (click name for full article)
I’m already on to the next–directly after class I had a meeting with LeMicah Levert, yes from the Levert family dynasty. We’re doing an event together at the end of this month. Yeh, that means you can shop for your ensemble now and use these few weeks to plot on how to get on our list. Follow the yellow brick road–a meeting with me is like Dorothy going to see The Wizard. You know you wanna have a ChampagneChroniknightCap with me. By the time you read this I’ll be at the event space locking down my corner–my good side at attention. Oh Levert, this is gonna be fun. I can do whatever I want.
I have a paper to write due tomorrow, 2 events to attended, 6 stories to read, physical science homework, group study for english, a meeting with art department for IFD publication, a photoshoot, intern interviews, LateBoots, and readying this event. When it’s all said and done: My life is currently a train wreck–but I’m still on track.