The view of the quad...

They all stream by on ways to class or food or to get the hell out. Minds full from spending their time wasting away in seats listening to boring drones spit out information from a book or from what they've heard. Fine looking ones tend to sit and think about times when they were homecoming queens or the most sought after object of affection. The ones who didn't have such luck or skill or beauty sit and hate on the ones who have it. Some sit in silence, aside for the cans on their ears, blaring whatever music of choice, most often whatever is spewed from clear channel or some other popular music of the day. Some read, some read a magazine about who's the hottest of the hot at this moment. Some frantically finish homework before class, some surf the web and hit Facebook for the latest of whats happening in their friends' lives. All of the cacophony drowns out the silent screams of people who aspire to more but are held captive in the system around them.