The schoolroom clock was worn raw by stares; and you couldn’t look up at the big Puritanical face of it and not feel the countless years of young eyes reflected in it, urging it onwards. It was a dark, old spirit that didn’t so much mark time as bequeath it.
I was sitting on the bus, and the sign said if you’re ready to better your life, come to Medgar Evers College, and I got off the bus and went to Medgar Evers College.
