oned to the office of th

He sat behind a large desk, a self-satisfied smile on his face. Maya sat in the chair

ng with condescension. "We need to discuss an issue of campus c

didn' t look at Maya. I

sed on socioeconomic status. Bullying a fellow student over a piece of clothing

ngers. He was enjoying this. The

udents from all backgrounds can thrive," he droned on.

moment after he finished. Then, I spoke.

r is Marcu

sion didn' t change. Th

d a fifty-million-dollar donation for the new Thorne Center for Applied Sci

nition in his eyes. He s

ry negative experience on campus due to the administration' s biased handling of a personal disput

ale. He opened his mout

d my head slightly, my eye

t for Promising Scholars. My family pays for your tuit

slapped her. Hailey'

an, whose face was now

we going to continue this conversation about my 'privilege' ? Or are you going to h

completely. He was no longer a biased authority figure. He wa

aged to croak. "Perhaps there

e moving out of the dorms by the end of the day. I expect my housin