You head on down to the Black Student Union dance, where surely the hippest chicks on campus will be hanging out.
You push open the doors of the campus club and are greeted with the sight of... well, a big empty club. A few colored lights twirl and the DJ plays "Sexual Healing," but basically, it's deserted. No, wait, over by the bar are a few black kids. Then you realize-- of course! Thanks to the government's new policies, local kids on scholarship and African exchange students are the only black undergads an over-priced, mid-ranked private university like yours has. Fuck me, you think, I can't believe I voted for Nader.
One of the guys from the table comes over. "Sorry, buddy, but it looks like this dance is dead. However, some of us are heading over to the basketball game in the gym, if you'd like to join us."