2 months later “You want me to fight you?” Matthew asked incredulously, one brow raised in disbelief. He was sitting on a bench in the training center, watching Sable run for the last half-hour. This was becoming her routine. By now, all the agents were aware of what she was, and many were not thrilled. Every day her mood was becoming worse and he noticed some lapses in her judgment. Advertisements
A low growl rumbled out of the abnormally large black dog laying at the entrance of the laboratory. George’s eyes lingered at the mutt, and he had half a mind to kick the damn thing, but if he were being honest with himself, it creeped him out. Its heated gold eyes met his cold gray ones. He always got the feeling that there was more to the canine than the crazy doctor admitted. In fact, he was almost certain it was a shifter. It was just as unnerving as the man’s wife. She was a frigid bitch. She spoke very little but once she did it was to cut you deeply.
I didn’t sign up for this shit. Matthew sat on a chair, his head leaning backward, hanging over the edge of his seat. He signed up to kill shifters, not babysit one.
The cage door screeched as it opened, and Marissa wondered if it was her fear that had heightened the sound. While it struggled to completely open, she dashed across the room. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped against the door when whatever was behind those bars came out. She needed room to run and think. At the end of the exceedingly long corridor, the room split off and dim lights came on. Left and right were her only options. She darted to the left and saw another opening on her right. She skidded into it and paused. The next room was a straight path but there were openings on both sides of the walls. She counted 6 on both sides. God, she hoped she wasn’t in a maze.
First things first. I don’t subscribe to giving people advice, because honestly who am I? What may work for me/interest me may not be the same for you. Also, I typically end it with “But it’s up to you,” or “But do what works for you,” in case you ruin your life, or end up unhappy and frankly I want no parts of that…In other words I don’t want to be responsible. The purpose of this lengthy post is about how to get you, a freshman, in and out of the University of the Virgin Islands without wasting time and money. This is, of course, if everything is going well–I.e. You have the finances, you’re passing your courses, life doesn’t throw a wrench in your plans, etc. With that said, I attended the University of the Virgin Islands from August 2010 to May 2015 (4.5 years). Had I actually done what I was supposed to–like go to class and take school seriously, because debt is no joke–I would have been out of there in three …
Gather around, I have a story to tell. This was Aug. 4 2014 at the University of the Virgin Islands St. Croix Campus. At no point in my life, was I ever as completely stressed the hell out, than when I attended UVI. The students, the administration, and the staff, had an inconceivable ability to work your nerves more than anything ever would/could/will. And, believe me, there was no limit to what and how they would do so. Take this day for instance.
April 26th Photoshoot at the St. Croix National Park,Christiansted Bypass and Fort Christianvaern in St. Croix, United States Virgin Islands Model: Kimie Tonge Major: Political Science University: University of the Virgin Islands (HBCU) Location: St. Croix, Virgin Islands Photographer: Local Lady Photography Creative Directors: Natural Expression © Local Lady Photography 2010-2016. All rights reserved LOOK BELOW FOR PRICING INFO
“Graduation is only a concept. In real life every day you graduate. Graduation is a process that goes on until the last day of your life. If you can grasp that, you’ll make a difference.” — Arie Pencovici Model: Nalie Frederick Major: Mass Communication University: University of the Virgin Islands (HBCU) Location: St. Croix, Virgin Islands Photographer: Local Lady Photography Creative Directors: Patricia Francis and Nalie Frederick
Meetings in Minutes is a short series that focuses on the profiles of students, community leaders, outstanding locals, and talented individuals on the island of St. Croix in the Virgin Islands. The first feature is on Kimie Tonge, born in Antigua and traveled to St. Croix to study at the University of the Virgin Islands. The political science major is still soul searching and was a joy to work with in the trial run of the series. (c)Local Lady Media IG: LocalLadyMedia Twitter: LocalLadyMedia Facebook: (um, I have to find that link) Website: LocalLadyMedia.com Pretty easy to find!
As seen in the both The Virgin Islands Daily News and St. Croix Source: April 26-27 2015 Even though I knew it was coming, I wasn’t prepared for how it would feel. I cried every day during the final semester of my undergraduate year. Between current expectations and the nearing future I realized that I wasn’t ready to graduate. I wasn’t the only one. Often, senior year is romanticized. Seniors are expected to have their lives planned out after graduation. This was what they have been preparing for the moment they left high school and entered institutions of higher learning. These students are expected to be bold and brave, bearing smiles and excitement for the coming of May when it will all be over. Few realize that, while exciting, senior year is overwhelmingly stressful. After several years, their lives are summed up in a month. May doesn’t mean the same thing anymore for graduating seniors. It is a month of changes. Dr. Aletha Baumann, associate professor of psychology at the University of the Virgin Islands, …