University Unmasked: 14 – Embrace Everything! – Part 1

Fight the good fight: An example of the anti-Christian worldview you will likely encounter should you attend college.
*All of the racial/social classifications I use for individuals in this article came from the individuals themselves. 
I was done with classes for the day, which meant I was in a good mood. That’s bad news for everyone else. I tend to care the least about what other people think of me when I’m in a good mood, which subsequently leads to me speaking openly.
The Office of Diversity and Inclusion
Even worse news for everyone else, I had a “First Year Success Session” scheduled (my last one). This one was entitled “What’s That Chip In My Cookie?” and was about “Diversity.” Yes, I was going to have fun.

So I headed over to the Office for Diversity and Inclusion and found the room my session was supposed to be held in. As I walked through the building, I found it curious that all of the employees I encountered there were of same gender and race. Diversity?
I was slightly early, so I took a seat and snapped a photo.

Five to ten minutes later, the small classroom had filled up. There were only about a dozen of us, and I was only one of two white males in the room, so it appeared to me that diversity was alive and well.
The guy who sat next to me (he was of Indian descent) did not appear to be in a good mood. So I smiled and asked him how he was doing, at which point he laughed and made a sarcastic comment about strongly disliking all of the FYSS sessions we had to attend. I sympathized with him, though after conversing, I discovered that he was a BioMed major, and BioMeds only had to go to three First Year Success Series sessions, whereas I had to go to four. I didn’t feel as bad for him after learning that.
At last, the session began. One of the two instructors asked how many of us came to this session because we expected to get cookies (there were none). Several hands went up, but not mine or the guy sitting next to me. I whispered to him: “Not me. From experience, I’ve learned not to expect much from these sessions.” That elicited a chuckle from him, as I’m sure he was thinking the same thing.
The first thing the instructors did was show us an image full of jumbled icons, logos, people, and objects all related to America—but we could only look at it for five seconds, and then we had to say what we had seen. I immediately saw where they were going with this. Everyone was going to have seen something different from the photo, thus, allowing the instructors to make the point that we all have the same experiences, but see different things, and that doesn’t make someone right and someone else wrong.
Sure enough, I was right. That’s exactly where they went, and the point they made does have some truth to it, which is why we can’t always rely on experiences for knowledge. Just like the story of the three blind men and the Elephant. They each felt a different part of the Elephant, and therefore had different ideas of what an Elephant was like. One can say that the blind men were all correct…but it could also be argued that they were all wrong…
There were a lot of things I could have said, but I decided not to be a pest, and kept my mouth shut.
Next, they handed each of us a “Social Identity” sheet, and they were each identical to the one I had received at the Multi-Cultural Center session I had attended a week prior. I shook my head in amusement. Here we go again.

The next five minutes were spent filling out each of the identities. Once again, however, I refused out of principle. The Indian sitting next to me went right for the “sexual orientation” category. “Straight!” he said under his breath, though with conviction, as he filled in the space.
After everyone finished filling them out, the class was asked if there was anything interesting or difficult about filling out the sheet. The Chinese students were utterly baffled by the entire concept of labeling themselves, as apparently they’re not taught in China about how to sort themselves into categories based on skin color or sexual orientation. I felt bad for them, and that they were now being forced to look at people as pieces.
One guy said he had a hard time listing himself as a “non-practicing Catholic.” He said it made him uncomfortable to admit that he’s not really a Catholic since he doesn’t go to church, yet he was confirmed, so he said he’s at least saved.
A girl spoke up and said that she listed herself as a “pan sexual,” and that it basically means “everything goes” as far as sexuality is concerned, and gender shouldn’t be a factor. The instructors approved of her identity, and talked about how it’s good that she could share that and help inform others of what it means to be “pan sexual.”
As the two women directed the discussion, going around the room to get everyone’s thoughts, I was debating with myself whether or not I should remain silent and get the session over with as fast as possible (which seemed to be what the Indian to my left was trying to do, as he made sure to remain silent) or if I should say something.
At last, I couldn’t help myself, and I said that I left my sheet blank. The two instructors (along with the rest of the class) looked at me in surprise. In the silence, I realized I had no choice but to keep going.
“I left it blank because…and this going to sound really bad, but I don’t really believe in Diversity.” I said it. The words were out. The surprise on everyone’s face morphed into something more resembling a mild state of shock. The room remained silent, so I pressed on.
“I don’t believe we should be cutting people up into parts and putting people into boxes. I believe that just causes more division. America is supposed to be about unity, not diversity. ‘United we stand; divided we fall?’ Yes, everyone is different, but we shouldn’t divide ourselves by our differences.”
I hoped that was all I would have to say, even though I was in a good mood. Yes, I’m one of those people that fears public speaking more than death.
Cool staircase inside the building
One of the instructors (I’ll call her Ms. Johnson) was looking at me with wide-eyes, like she still couldn’t believe what I had said. The other instructor (whom I’ll call Ms. Smith) looked like she also didn’t like what I was saying, but was thinking to herself that maybe she wasn’t understanding me. It looked like she had never encountered a college student who would openly admit they don’t believe in Diversity, and was doubting it was even possible there was such a person.  
“Do you mean you’re against the agenda of Diversity, or having diversity?” she asked cautiously.
“Oh, I have nothing against having diversity. I’m against the agenda, just seeking diversity for diversity’s sake, rather than judging people based on their merit and content of their character.”
Ms. Smith still seemed uncomfortable, and was about to speak again, but stopped herself and instead addressed the class. “Well…what do you guys think?”
The pan sexual girl answered, saying that we can’t just ignore our differences (which wasn’t what I was saying). In answer to her, I simply said that I completely agreed, and that seemed to end the discussion on that point, and the instructors moved on.
As the instructors resumed their talking, the Indian guy to my left leaned over and whispered, “I’m with you on the diversity nonsense. I really hate it too.”
I didn’t believe him at first. “Really?” I whispered back. 
“Yeah. I’m really conservative,” he said, continuing to whisper.
“What? You’re conservative?” I asked still not believing him.
“Yes, just look at me,” he answered, as if his appearance should have proven it to me. I noticed he was dressed better than average, but wasn’t sure that proved one was conservative. Nevertheless, he had convinced me, and I replied that I was super conservative as well. Looking back, I find it funny how in a room where it’s perfectly fine to say homosexuality and “pan” sexuality are good and morally sound, the one identity that had to be spoken of in hushed tones was that of the politically and/or socially conservative.
“Are you Christian?” I asked.
“Hindu,” he answered.
“Oh, okay. Interesting.” I had never heard of a conservative Hindu opposed to the Diversity agenda before. I thought only Christian white males were “racists.”     
The rest of the time they talked about more wishy-washy stuff, like how your identities are up to you, and no one else can say what you are. That’s right! Don’t tell me I’m male! I’ll decide for myself! If I had protested everything I could have protested, we would have been there all day, and I had exams to study for.

However, as the class drew to a close, I knew I couldn’t let slide the final points they were making, as they were very dangerous, and I doubted the instructors really believed what they were saying themselves. 


  1. I laughed to hard. This is awesome!

  2. Love this, especially since I’ll be heading head-first into college here pretty soon. Looking forward to the next installment!

  3. Another great post! I can’t believe they make y’all go to SO MANY of these idiotic sessions!

  4. Read this aloud to my family and the children were cheering you on. Can’t wait for part 2!

  5. Wow! I’m honored! Thanks for reading!

  6. Thanks! Thankfully that was the last one I had to attend!

  7. Thanks, Athena!

  8. Hopefully your college wont be as ridiculous as mine!

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