I wasn’t old enough to really think about politics until Reagan was elected, and I was in junior high and high school all through the Reagan era, and even into college he was still POTUS (which I had forgotten).

Reagan was so popular when I was high school, I just assumed most people in America were Republicans.

When I first stepped foot on my college campus, it was like I had walked into an enemy camp. I had only seen pictures of the university before I was accepted, I had never been there.

It seemed like students were maybe 50/50 split between Dims and Cons at the time, but the faculty seemed to be about 90% openly Leftist.

As far as I knew, all of my high school teachers were conservative, so going from that environment to suddenly most of my teachers being Marxists was a radical change from the perspective of the student (me).

What else was I supposed to do, except go to war with my professors?

I expected that would put my grades in jeopardy, which is why I decided to parrot back all their Leftist BS in the first paper we were assigned to write, to get an ‘A’ on the first paper.

After establishing that I was an ‘A’ student, on the second paper I dropped the mask and went after them no different than I would do here if a Leftist somehow managed to infiltrate 😁

It was like a continuation of high school / teenage rebellion, except the roles were reversed — suddenly I was in the right, and the people in positions of authority were in the wrong.

I had never been so eager to get a graded paper back as I was on that second paper. I didn’t know what was going to happen or how my teacher was going to react, but I wanted to see it.

When I did, there was red ink written all over my paper. She disagreed with just about everything I said (welcome to my world… turnabout is fair play!), but she gave me the ‘A’, so it worked.

Once I knew it worked, I used the same tactic with all of my professors for the rest of college. Told them what they wanted to hear on the first paper, get the ‘A’, and then fought them on every paper after that.

If I was given a lower grade because I disagreed with my professor’s politics, my plan was to go to the Ombudsman. I only had to do that once, in my Junior year. She was a black ‘female studies’ professor, so I knew I was on thin ice open water.

My first paper in her class was an ‘A’. It wasn’t very hard, my high school papers were harder than college, but on the second paper, when I challenged her politics, she gave me a D-.

I went to the Ombudsman, explained the situation, showed him both 5-page papers, and he read them both while I sat in his office. He thanked me for bringing it to his attention, and said it wasn’t the first time they had a problem with that professor. He crossed out the ‘D-‘ and wrote ‘A’ with his initials next to it.

He told me to take the paper back to my professor and tell her to change my grade in her grade book, and to say that if she wouldn’t, he (the Ombudsman) would do it for her.

I suspect they would never put a kid in that position today, but I told her what he said.

She changed my grade to an ‘A’, and never called on me in class again 😂

She gave me an ‘A’ on the rest of my papers, and didn’t write anything on them at all (unlike the second one). Which (naturally) encouraged me to keep pushing the boundaries of what I wrote, to get a reaction out of her.

Writing papers against everything our teachers were trying to indoctrinate us with made college fun.

It wasn’t just the papers though, it was in class too, which was even better. I always sat in the back. That’s where I liked to sit anyway, so nobody was behind me, but also because I often had to argue with one or more of the Leftist students in class who tried to stick up for the teacher’s point of view. It’s hard to twist around in your seat to argue with someone who is sitting behind you. Better them than me 😁

This was all new to me, I had never had any reason to challenge teachers (or other students) like that before. But what else was I supposed to do? I would never make it through college, if I had to just sit there and take it.

It would have been like being forced to watch CNN or MSLSD for 7 hours a day, every day, and never shout at the TV or throw stuff at it. It would have broken me 😂

But class was more like being in the studio audience at CNN or MSLSD, and being able to interrupt and ask questions of the ‘anchors’ in a way that made the ‘anchors’ look stupid in front of the whole audience.

And that was a blast. The other students in class were my audience, and it was fun to make the other students laugh every day, because of the questions I would ask our teachers. School was fun for the first time, and I was more engaged than I had ever been.

It made me a better student as an unintended benefit, because I had to understand the subject matter well enough to challenge my teachers in front of the whole class.

I didn’t always win those confrontations at first, but by my sophomore year, I had learned how to do it without leaving myself open to any obvious counterattack.

The confrontational questions were maybe only once or twice per class, I would wait for an opportunity where I was sure I could win the point.

The rest of my questions were mostly to make the other students laugh. Not so different than what I try to do here occasionally. It’s fun to make people laugh 😁

And it’s not easy for dedicated Marxists to indoctrinate, when someone is sitting in the back row and making half the class laugh several times each day.

I don’t know what they were thinking, letting someone like me on their Lefty campus. Obviously they didn’t vet the student applicants very carefully.

College was probably the best time of my life, but I don’t think that was their intent 😁