I am Rashad a young boy in the ROTC program at school and is a responsible student.
Leave him alone. He stays out of trouble and he's a decent student.
I'd seen him, Rashad in that uniform, and it'd made me think of my dad wearing his own at college. How my dad had looked proud in all those pictures.
"I didn't need ROTC. But I did it, and did it good"
So for me and my friends, Friday was just another word for party. Monday, Tuesday, HumpDay (because who can resist the word “hump”?), Thursday, and Party.
I am Rashad a young boy that likes to draw, party, and have fun, but ended up in the hospital because of something I didn't do.
I need to know what the hell you were thinking, shoplifting. Shoplifting? And from Jerry’s of all places?” Dad had that disappointed look on his face
"I was ready for whatever Friday had in store for me. Hopefully, a little rub-a-dub on Tiffany Watts"
the All-American boy with an All-American fifteen-foot deadeye jumpshot and an All-American 3.5 GPA.