I was jerked out of some daydream by the sound of the bus doors shuddering open, the sharp coldness of the night air filling the entire bus instantly ...nd making me shiver. I looked up to see a tall woman, dressed very elegantly, step onto the bus and smile at the driver. Curious, I listened closely as she spoke to him and was surprised to hear she was traveling to my very own sleepy, little village. I wondered at who she might be visiting at this late hour, for she certainly was not a resident. “I don’t really know what that is.”“They’re Grand Prix cars,” Marcie clarified. “We have an event nearby and I wanted to try it. It was fun.”“I’ll bet,” Liz said. “Nashville has a NASCAR track. I did the anthem there a few years ago and I had the chance to take a ride with one of the drivers. She got that sucker up to 200 miles an hour on the straights and I about wet my pants.”Marcie mentioned the name of a prominent female driver and Liz nodded.“I am going to convince Annabelle to do Indy. "Scott, we know you like it. It was obvious." said Keri rolling hereyes at the thought of telling any parents."Nooo, I just ran out of regular and..." I tried to justify the pinklacy panties I was wearing."But...You got a STIFFY you sissy, and we're just going to help you!"Holly teased."Put you in a pretty dress maybe?" asked Keri mischievously. Thethought made me nauseous."Please you guys! Don't put me in a dress! Marty is going to kill me. Ican't let him see me in a dress." I pleaded to deaf. I think she’s going to end up working for Fox News but don’t quote me on that. Rebecca is starting to remind me of Condi Rice, folks. She’s constantly criticizing President Obama’s policies and decisions. This is where we differ. I’m a total fan of our forty-fourth President. He’s an inspiration to me and scores of other young Black men living in the United States of America. Amen to that and thank God for this man. At Bay State College, I busied myself with my studies. Taking five classes per.