Classroom Experience: It’s two forty-five in my English class. And I am mad as hell. I leave and I am weary. I get home and I am furious. Okay, great, so now what? Now, I have decided that writing an essay, article, or academic timewaster on this sentiment is exactly what our generation doesn’t need. It is not what happens next. What do I do? Take to Facebook: the place where I can be myself and react like a human being, not a grade conscious or prestige seeking robot and post this as my status: Getting ridiculous: Essentially, year after year I sit in class and hear that black people are treated as less than as second-class citizens, unjustly demeaned and pushed down, historically and in the present day, that not much has really changed, but isn’t that a great topic...
