As I raised my hand to knock on Professor O’Brien’s office door, the entrance was abruptly filled by Kenya Hamilton, the rush chairman of AKA.

I recognized her from my intro psych class with O’Brien.

Rumor had it that Kenya was weighing down the GPA of her sorority and was close to flunking out.

She seemed to be in a hurry.

I took a closer look as she pushed by. She was flattening her relaxed hair with her right hand and swiping across her lips with the back of the left.

I heard from the office: “Not today, Mr. Brown.”