Intolerance

I was in a house with some Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. They were old and wheezy.

I went out to the street and worked on my job review. I wrote it almost like a novel. It started raining and it all smeared.

I picked up a copy of the Picante Times and saw that I had written an article in it. It made me proud to see my byline again. A homeless man started yelling at me about what I had written and I ran away.

I was back in my high school. A current authority figure was my teacher. She told me I would have to stay out of her class today-- her mother was going to visit and she would be offended there was a Jew in class. I was stunned speechless. Later that day I passed her on the crowded stairs in between classes and she reminded me not to come to her class. "I'm Jewish, everyone!" I yelled. "I'm Jewish!" I immediately regretted my outburst and feared the repercussions. She caught up with me and took me into an empty classroom to explain that she wasn't prejudiced, but she had to respect her mom. I burst into tears and told her how terribly offended and furious I was about the situation. I told her there was no way her mom would ever even know I was Jewish unless she told her. She disagreed; my nose gave it away. She tried to make me feel better by telling me she wasn't allowing Walter in class, either-- on account of his homosexuality. "Walter isn't gay!" I shouted. "I went on a few dates with him and college and I can guarantee he is at least bisexual!"