The University of South Carolina (also referred to as USC, SC, South Carolina, or simply Carolina) is a public, co-educational research university located in Columbia, South Carolina, United States, with seven satellite campuses. Its campus covers over 359 acres (145 ha) in downtown Columbia not far from the South Carolina State House. The University is categorized by the Carnegie Foundation for the Advancement of Teaching as having "very high research activity" and curricular community engagement. It has been ranked as an "up-and-coming" university by U.S. News & World Report, and its undergraduate and graduate International Business programs have ranked among the top three programs in the nation for over a decade. It also houses the largest collection of Robert Burns and Scottish literature materials outside Scotland, and the largest Ernest Hemingway collection in the world.
Founded in 1801 as South Carolina College, South Carolina is the flagship institution of the University of South Carolina System and offers more than 350 programs of study, leading to bachelor's, master's, and doctoral degrees from fourteen degree-granting colleges and schools. The University of South Carolina has an enrollment of approximately 49,220 students, with 33,575 on the main Columbia campus as of fall 2015. USC also has several thousand future students in feeder programs at surrounding technical colleges. Professional schools on the Columbia campus include business, engineering, law, medicine, pharmacy, and social work.
In the beginning there was black
And now there's me
I bend the neck until it cracks
And suck the open bleed
I rise up above the spit
With talons brightly bared
And hew the children into two
I simply do not care
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
Open up now, world
I have arrived and now you crack
I?ll break my knuckles, split your teeth
And crush the ugly rats
Lay before me, world
I will not hide within your womb
I?ll peel my bones against your rocks
And seal them in your tomb
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
My ears are popping
Close your mouth, I know the way
Whisper to me, children
And be still and watch me fade away
I drench the dirt with my spit
You swim in its river
The way out is up
I watch you shiver
I am the arctic fingers
Wrapping around your neck
There?s nothing to stop me now