…efore she dropped dead: She asked me how my classes were going. (It was my third year of teaching.) I told her great. She answered: “I hope you don’t have too many blacks.” I answered: “Actually, I have five black students and they’re amazing.” I would’ve added a “fuck you,” but I didn’t want to be directly responsible for her death. Anyway, I hung up and we never spoke again. About a year later, she died. I skipped her funeral.