Ah, college. It is the place where young minds are set firmly to the task of learning,
of engaging the great minds of history to prepare for the day that they, too, may make
their mark, may contribute their share to the advancement of humankind. It is a place of
dreams and aspirations for the student who is emotionally mature and focused. But
shortly after this student's parents bid their farewell, he will shortly discover several
primitive life forms exist in the college dormitory that make serious study impossible
there.
First is the music-freak who plays his stereo at maximum volume at all hours of
the day and night. This creature has no concern that others on the floor might not be
interested in listening to music at the time he does. One such creature, referred to as
Metal Head by several of us because of his predilection for heavy metal music, leaves
his door open and his stereo blaring at top volume whenever he goes to the shower at the
end of the hallway.
So, as I'm probing the mysteries of cell division in my Biology 202
book in preparation for an exam or attempting to write an essay on Thoreau's ideas of
economy for English class, I am forced to listen to such lyrics as I can understand
screamed past abused instruments. "Baby, you make me hot," or "I wanna rub you body"
are ones I've managed to distinguish from the chaotic noise spewing out the15" Bose
speakers aimed at me. I have little doubt that he can hear his music with the shower
running and his head under the spray since the music is audible on the athletic field
outside the building. Anyone who might be in the midst of reading or some other
academic project...