I had been home for Vietnam for three years and decided to go to college at LSU/UNO. My first class was political science; my professor the first day of class, asked was there any ex-soldiers in his class; I raised my hand, the professor told me sarcastically with a grin you might want to drop this course and take another. I asked “why” . We will strongly disagree and you most certainly will get unfavorable grade. My insides became fired up. Listen, I will not drop this class now or ever; thank you. I think fighting in a war and listening to a half-wit professor are miles apart as I sat down, the class clapping. He was furious; never in my class do you mock me; one more time, I will have you physically removed. No, I want; he storms out of the class and comes back with someone from the disciplinarian office. This man asked me to go to the back of the class to talk; he was very polite, telling me this professor was anti-military and most likely a communist. There is no way you will survive this class the entire year; if you drop out, I will not count it against you; we will find another class; I looked him straight in the eyes “sir” I will finish this class and pass; I paid for it and have no intention of dropping out. He shook his head and walked over to the professor; his body language alone showed his anger.

A week two later, we had calmed down, and it was going smoothly; this morning in class, he asked how many people had loved ones in the military, a few raised their hands. Of course, I didn’t raise mine because I was the only one in my family at that time that had been in the military. He walks over to me, his face glaring; you didn’t raise your hand; why? Because you ask if I had anybody in the military at this time, and “I don’t” as I stand, “I push my chair away”. He goes back up to the front of the class, just staring at me like enraged idiot; all of a sudden, he screams I can’t teach in this kind of Environment, and most of the class laughs loudly, he storms “off” too the office. I am summond to the office from the loud speaker.; he tells the powers to be that I am disrupting the class, and I “laugh”; I have done nothing. This professor is an idiot. I refused to backdown, i refused to drop the class, he lost another battle.

To end this story, we had many fights; he repeatedly tried to get me thrown out of his class, but I wouldn’t leave. My time in his class taught me that at no time in life do you back away from right. In the last week of school, he had someone else teach; I made a C.