I’m in a classroom. A black woman talks with another couple of black people.
Then she asks me “if you could be a black person, would you be one?”
I fluster at this question and say… well I’m not a black person, so I can’t be one.
Class is about to start.
There is a pool table with some brown plastic eggs and some white plastic eggs; they are all separated in half; I quickly go about matching the halves with there appropriately colored other half and put them all in the pool pockets.
A lady professor is about to lecture.