Class on Immigration/Me

So, this year I found there is a class offered about immigration. I decided to take it.

What has been interesting all long thus far has been the fact that often times I hear comments criminalizing my being. Other times I hear comments that I feel they are talking about me. It's an agonizing feeling.

Part of me wants to talk all the time because I feel like I want to make others think about immigration in other ways. But another part of me says that I am there to learn not to teach, so I should not be the one trying to teach anything to anyone. It's complicated.

Another part of me wants to leave this class.

Food for thought I guess.

The Honorable Puck Fawlenty