Daniel/Adanya Stephens
It’s my first day at American University. I don’t really know where I’m going but I’m gonna be late
for this class. I asked someone walking through the hallway to help me find my first class , Ethnomusicology, “Oh. You're in the wrong building. The ethno building is across the street.”
“Oh. I thought I heard about a musicology class in this building.”
“No that's musicology, not ethnomusicology.”
“Oh. What does ethno mean?”
“I don’t really know but in college it means anything not white. And if it is white it usually doesn’t have a prefix specifying that.”
I made it to the ethno building. It was dingy, gross, unairconditioned and there was not one professor of color teaching even though all the classes were about people of color.