My first day of research

I emailed and talked to the two co-presidents of the on-campus spoken word group (iSPEACK). I informed of my purpose in joining the group, to make sure they were ok with the idea. Furthermore, I had already established personal connections with some of the Artist who at the first sound of my idea, volunteered themselves for the research.
The first meeting I ended was on Friday September 26, 2008. It was a rainy, dark and dull day; All I wanted to do, is take my soaked behind home, watch “The Boondocks” and nap. But fortunately enough, I had to work till 4:30 pm and than run across campus to the ispeack meeting. At worked I watched “Gang Wars” which got me a bit fired up to attain the meeting. Being a work for four and a half hours isn’t usually a problem, but there’s something about the rain, that makes it one. To my luck right in that same room I was, there were two unknown variables to my research: an active member of ispeack and a “silent poet.” I didn’t take much interest in the guy from ispeak, since I figured I was going to spend some time with him later on, but the silent poet, oh that silent poet! I was popping questions left and right not getting many details, but the broad things let out were still juicy and very interesting. I let the silent poet know of my situation; the reason why I’m doing this and what my goal is. The silent poet did not give me a definite answer but did not sound too interested. I was told to wait for an answer, and so I will.
4:30 came around and I took my time double checking I had all my things with me. I walked as fast as I could making my way to the second floor of this lounge soaked and very tired. I wasn’t paid much attention to when I walked in since the poets were discussing their upcoming event and planning for it. I wanted to interrupt to let them know who I was and what I was doing just so that everyone was ok with it and there wouldn’t be any conflicts, but I didn’t. One poet read a piece he had put together 2 hours before the meeting. IT was very personal, the voice wasn’t angry, the words were calm but the message was a furious one; powerful as the image of the bullets being described to the listeners. After this I knew I couldn’t let anyone else go without me introducing myself first. So I did, and I let them know that I was ok if they did not feel comfortable with anything I was doing. Luckily I was given complete freedom to do whatever I wanted. I was in, and so it began.