Huriell Jerome
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Writer. Poet. Student of the World
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As I research deep in the wright-hall library of Morgan University, I can feel my eyelids, heavy with the weight of sleep, slowly closing. A dark windowless room made up of tall wooden shelves, strong fluorescent lights, and a light taste of dust in the air. The ticking sounds of a clock on the white patchy wall and my thumping heartbeat are the only sounds I hear, like a lullaby, lulling me closer to sleep.
By Huriell Jerome4 years ago in Fiction
Culture Shock
As I make my way up these concrete steps, I am overcome with anxiety. A blanket of uncertainty washes over me and I wish for this day to end. It is not my first time being the new kid in school, on the contrary, it is my 4th high school and the third country I've been thrown into in these past four years. A prayer I am far too familiar with, to go through the motions of day number one unprovoked. There she stands, this lovely tall short haired freckle-faced sophomore. With a warm smile and her hands interlocked in front of her uniform, she greets us and directs my parents and I to catch up with the other group of newbies for a tour to then begin our first day. Anxious and now restless, for I have never looked at someone and felt this giddy. If I had known she'd be my wife today, well, I would've gotten out of my comfort zone and mustered-up the courage to introduce myself that very same morning.
By Huriell Jerome5 years ago in Confessions
