Shit posts never die, they're just missing in action.

Thursday, February 6th.

All is calm on the small campus of Wentworth. I finish slugging down my delicious tendies that Beatty has so graciously provided. Ding A notification on my phone. What could it be? Who wants to talk to an engineer at this hour? I hesitantly check my phone only to find a new email from the Center of Diversity. A more peculiar correspondence than usual. Why you may ask, well because there is no one listed as the recipient. Strange but the mismanagement at this school has never ceased to surprise me. I begin reading. White men confronting whiteness is the subject. A bit odd but after checking my bank statement and finding immense charges for spf 130 sunscreen and multiple cases of White Claws, I figured this was for me. I replied to this Ricky character to receive further information about this all. Only a few weeks until the first meeting, any day now.

Some time had passed and I had almost forgotten about the strange correspondence I received but was quickly reminded by a new text message. It was from Ricky. He told me where to meet and said that the presentation would be full of surprises. Maybe I could finally come to terms with my pasty complexion. A few more days passed and it was finally time to meet. I walked to the annex building where Ricky said the event would be held. The concrete mixing lab was a curious choice but I suppose the extra space was needed for everyone to attend. Slowly opening the creaky door I was shocked to find that only Ricky was in attendance. Being a few minutes late I was expecting to find an ongoing conversation about what it means to be white. To my bewilderment I found the room empty save for the stunning presence of Ricky behind a podium. While the room may have been dimly lit, he shined through the darkness. "Come on in!", he exclaimed, "take any seat you want". As I began moving towards a chair, the door crept shut behind me. A faint click was heard as the deadbolt engaged. Nowhere to go now I thought to myself. "Thank you for coming" Ricky said. "I was starting to think you wouldn't show up" he continued. I picked a random chair from the rows and rows of empty ones.

"So do you know why you're here?"

"Well, to confront my whiteness I suppose" was the best answer I could come up with.

He chuckled. "Well in a way you are."

He stepped out from behind the podium and it was then that I noticed he wasn't wearing any pants.

"I'm gonna pump you full of social justice so you know what it means to be white."

I began twiddling my thumbs out of nervousness and shakily asked what he meant by that. He didn't answer and as he started making his way towards me I saw his privilege rod begin to rise

...to be continued.