Jobs at home – Legit work

i remember walking in to this classroom with the young wasp boys in their lazy boy wear and the girls their hairs pulled back in tight buns, nails immaculate and skin so pale it radiated. the hallways quieted by exclusivity and not a black face insight save mine. i remember the hush of voices as they spoke of poetry and the coming prof.. whom i didnt know .. save for the fact that he was some cool poet with a wicked sense of humour. others gathered outside, speaking in nasal voices.. that i had