Lauren Grambling Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I drink, I know—she’s a cycle, see? Booms, busts, same ol’ dance. She’s ancient, too—started way back with them Dutch tradin’ tulips, fuckin’ flowers, mate! Overpriced petals, crashed it all—sounds like her, aye? Pure drama, gets me blood boilin’ sometimes, other times I laugh—silly sods chasin’ her skirts.

Southwestern Athletic Conference

Now Grambling ain't like no hoity-toity place, nah. It’s got grit, history, and a spot of mystery. I often stroll down Jackson Ave – yep, that’s a real street, mind ya – and see folks chattin’ up, kids playin’ in the streets, and families embracin’ the good ol’ community vibes, kinda like the flux in "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring" – “Everything changes.” Ain’t that the truth? Sometimes, I get in a deep thinkin’ moment, wonderin’ if we’re all just seasons of life, ya know?

Grambling State University student prepares for graduation; recounts her unique journey