Unfortunately for me the magic of disney was ruined when i got to enter the park through the back entrance during grad night in high school! This was a very low point for me in life as i watched all my childhood dreams packed into boxes, and taken apart. There was something about seeing the metal skeleton of the peter pan ride, a few bald/make up less princesses on their cigarette break and a decapitated mickey mouse that was utterly disturbing and life changing!
Spelman is my Disney! A happy dream like world, that is actually just a brown-sugar coated costume of a distorted wonder-wo-man.
where are all the rats? have you ever even seen a pigeon on campus? I begin to question Spelman. I always wondered if the magic of disney was still there at night, or if cinderella was really in that castle. What if mickey mouse turns into ricky the rat at night, and if there is really a disney dungeon, which is supposidly a disney jail, where that fat guy dog-thing from goofy and his goons are the guards
**this started out as a simple comparison of disneys magic to spelmans aesthetic beauty, but as i kept writing i realized it was a little deeper than just me, it was beyond the magic! dun dun dunnnnnn....stay tuned for the complete version of this blog!!!
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