Feminists

and an essential class taught by a middle eastern man. His speech was heavily accented, and he told all women to sit in the back row of an enormous lecture hall, with about 10 rows of seats separating us from the precious males in front, so we couldn't see the blackboard.

I lodged a formal complaint. I was told it was his culture. I replied he was in my country, he needed to respect my culture. I'd paid for the damned class, I needed it, and I was being deprived of what I'd paid for. Dead silence while they rebooted, then I was ushered out without a word.

That was it. I left. I ran away from home and became a stage hand.