Confederate Christians

It was in one of my first classes at ASU. American History 101. The professor was probably 25 years old. She wore business suits every day. If she was more than 5-feet tall, I'm a dinosaur. She was smart and she knew her shit, and I liked her. But I don't think she liked me. I sat in the back, and mumbled very deep thoughts like: "that's fucking bullshit."