University of Memphis student dances in middle of class, escorted away by police

It’s a dreary day on March 1, and the heavy rain has discouraged many students from venturing to their classes. However, that didn’t stop one acolyte of the Christian faith from taking a miserable, wet day and making it into a holy grandstanding.

The Prince of Peace was echoing through the halls of the Meeman Journalism building. Cedrica Jackson, a journalism student at the University of Memphis, was filled with the Holy Spirit that morning. Her Jesus chants were so consistent and powerful you could have heard them on Mount Zion while you accepted the Ten Commandments.

However, her performance couldn’t have come on at a worse time.

Journalism administration had requested a guest speaker all the way from Rice University to come speak to classes on First Amendment Rights. Douglas Brinkley, a CNN presidential historian and a contributing editor to Vanity Fair, and his son got an earful of the Word of God - Memphian style.

After Jackson was warned by the chair of the Journalism department, David Arant, to quit her shenanigans he threatened to call security to save Jackson from her spiritual epiphany. She decided not to acknowledge his threat and continued on with her rain dance. It was roughly about 12 minutes before Memphis’ boys in blue arrived to church.

Once they arrived, Jackson gracefully danced her way to the corner of the auditorium from table to table. This display is nothing to be scoffed at. With it raining so terribly that morning all the tables were soaked. Jackson was able to stride without falling all the while avoiding her fellow student’s belongings and security.

When campus police finally had her cornered, she decided to accept her fate with a smile on her face. 

With intriguing choreography and a passionate performance, she was able to instill the spirit of the lamb into every student’s Snapchat story. Replies came flying in from missing Journalism students who avoided the rain asking "what in the holy hell is going down?"

Those who missed it or were running late to class may have gotten the fleet glimpse of Mrs. Jackson being put away in a Memphis squad car. If there was one verse that resonated through my mind as she was being escorted from the room it was this:

I’m sorry Mrs. Jackson. Campus police are for real.