My racist professors

So yesterday(Wednesday) was my first day back at class. I woke up in the morning and I did not feel like P. Diddy. You know why? Because I don't know how the fuck he feels like when he gets out of bed, and I don't care. If I had to venture a guess it would be that he feels great because he's filthy rich. Just a thought. So I get my groggy ass to class. There were obviously some students that came late to the first day class. Shit happens. This shouldn't be a surprise, but apparently to the professor this was. Ever single student that was even a minute late received the same speech from professor. "We start at promptly at 9:30, BUT WE'RE GLAD YOU'RE HERE!" No you're not bitch. You couldn't care less. Attendance was taken. The professor wanted to know how to pronounce certain students name. There was a girl named Lanye. The teacher had a hard time getting the hang of it, so she said:"It's Lanye, like Kanye." You have no idea how bad I wanted to jump up out of my seat and yell out: "IMMA LET YOU FINISH BUT..." Thank God I didn't. After the syllabus was handed out this broad decided that the students should get to know each other. She made us introduce ourselves to the people around us. What the fuck? This isn't freshman year of high school you uppity bitch. I was sitting around nothing but girls. Lucky right? Fuck no. These bitches were ugly. Then she asks if anybody in the class was a Chicago native. I raised my raised along with many others. Afterall, I was born and raised here so I am a native. Then she wanted to know if anybody was from another state or abroad. The rest of the students raised their hands. Then the Lenscrafters wearing bitch points at me and asks where I'm from. My jaw dropped. What the fuck? Was she expecting to hear a heavy Indian or Arabic accent? I was very close to fucking with her and start speaking in a fob manner, but I chose otherwise. I said I was born and raised in Chicago but my parents were from Pakistan. My next class was taught by a 78 year old man. I saw that somebody had written:"Smokers, the world is NOT your ashtray." This pissed me off. Yes motherfucker the world is my ashtray. What are you going to do about it? Cry? Piss off you pink-lunged fucker. I wanted to pull out a cigarette right then and there and light it up. Then I would say: "I just shit on your theory you have." The professor was very polite. He went on an on about his life, mostly about his family. Then out of nowhere he started talking about some Muslim girls he had in one of his other classes. He said they wore heybobs. What the fuck is a "heybob"? Is that some sort of redneck ground beef delicacy that is served on a wooden stick? To make matters worse, he started talking about his childhood. Now going by his age you can already tell that he grew up in a very racist time in America. I didn't care to listen, but he kept on saying Afro-American. The more he said it, the more the black students in class seemed visibly upset. I was waiting for some shit to go down but it didn't. Oh well. I guess it is a scientific term. I am Baliwala. I am a straight A student. That is all.