I walk in to get interviewed and find the bathroom and then a black lady down the way asking someone who might be looking for me.
I come out, and people are judging me like they can tell I'm Southeast Asian and like it's s***.
I sit there thinking evil thoughts, and then my interviewer comes along acts mean at 1st and I don't really perk up to his racism against me, a colored maybe Hispanic or some odd minority group, whom I respect, though I am not accepted because I think too highly of myself - their bad. I can't smile. When it comes to saying what I think is good or something, I say it and try to smile for a chance like and say helping people, and the 2 people act like I did something.
This is the high ranked college with cute kids. Guess I'm stuck at the remedial school, reform school.