Driftwood

You're driftwood floating underwater, breaking into pieces, piece, pieces
just driftwood hollow and of no use, waterfalls will find you, bind you, grind you.
-Driftwood from The Man Who (1999), by Travis

This song was playing right before my iPod decided to shut down. It was okay though, Sociology class was about to start. There's a bell on campus that rings every hour and every half and hour. I know a lot of campuses have one (KU does), but it's so close to the dorm. It makes it kind of difficult to catch some Z's in the afternoon, you know? Anyways, it starts ringing at seven in the morning. Making it impossible to sleep in. And just when I thought I could try and catch a nap in between Sociology and Calc, someone starts playing the piano outside. My floor has half of the rooms because across the hall there is a huge lounge which has a baby grand piano. I think the girl is trying to figure out how to play Rihanna's 'Unfaithful'. Bleck, I hate that song.
Even though I attend an HBCU, I did not realize that the classes would be so concentrated in how the subject affects Blacks. Black literature in English class. In government we talk about how politics affects Blacks. In political science we talked about the Hip-Hop Nation culture. I'm not complaining, it's just so different.