I feel out of place in many of my classes at belmont... mostly because there is relatively no diversity. no color. no nothing. all my classes are kinda icky compared to the ones at sf state but my intermediate comp class has to be the worst. I'm the only black person in there and I think that the whiteys in there forget I'm there. some shit they say should definitely be kept to themselves.... today we read "a narrow fellow in the grass" by emily dickenson which is about the fear of the ambiguity of nature. basically its about a snake in the grass. to make us think about the poem, the prof. says.... "why isn't this poem set to rap music?" and I'm like..... wtf does that have to do with anything. some dude goes, with what he thinks is a "ghetto" accent "when you're strapped with your .9 a snake ain't so scary" and all these mofos laugh. and I'm just like...... whaaaaa? THEN the prof. says "yeah. its not ghetto or wh...