|Posted on August 30, 2013 at 12:45 AM|
“It’s a man’s world,” you say as you stand before the board. This is supposed to be pre-calculus, but it’s more like a lesson in chauvinism.
“When a man puts his foot down, all the ladies do what he says,” you stomp for emphasis. I raise my eyebrows. Oh, really now?
The boys roar with laughter and the girls chuckle along, a quiet, nervous sound. A class full of seniors, you hold the key to their graduation. They don’t dare speak up against your blatant sexism.
I’m not them. I glare at you from the first row, front and center before you. You look past me to your audience.
The bell rings and I’m out of there fast, a sophomore on a mission. You can’t hold my diploma, so there’s no way for you to stop me from taking a stand. I go straight to the principal.
When she puts her foot down, you know you’ll do what she says.