Every once in a while, I will admit that I've been had, foiled, tricked.  Today is one of those days.

In my psychology class, I was told I could attend a Martin Luther King guest speaking for a few extra credit points.  I thought it would be in my best interest to check it despite the credit I'd receive.  Don't get me wrong though, I did not want to go because I feel guilty or something about the past, (I was not alive during slavery, and my ancestors were being oppressed in Ireland at that time, so they had no slaves) but I wanted to learn some more useful information about martin luther the king.  Ha, like it'd be that easy.

I get in there and sit by myself in the back trying to ignore the fact that I am in a room full of girls with about 6 guys.  At first I knew no one, but eventually my friend Yuki walks in, so at least I wasn't by myself... it would help if she was a dude though, but she happens to be a girl (Yuki, why can't you just be a guy when I need you to be? Is that too much to ask??)

After the speaker was introduced, (twice, which was completely unnecessary) she came on.  She was a short woman from Africa who I hoped had an accent, and fortunately did.  One of the first points she made was to recognize Martin Luther King jr. and honor his legacy... for about 7 seconds.  Quickly after, she started talking about the hardships placed on women throughout the world, especially in Africa.  She was bringing up some statistics and using words such as "we" whenever referring to would should be done in the future.  Yes, women's rights are great and all and should be recognized, but I was schmucked into going.  I wanted to learn interesting facts about Martin Luther the fuckin King jr., but I was bombarded with female issues and made to feel guilty.  I have no control over these issues, and I'm not the male recruite the female population needs the support of... I hate to admit it, but I'm not very convincing.

So Elmhurst College: The next time you try to bamboozle me into one of your traps, I'll be ready.  This is my house, and I have to defend it.

love,

Kevin McCallister