Racism Is An Ugly Color

(It is the start of my first year at high school, and our teacher does not know our names yet. She has just offended one of my Asian classmates, but she apologises, saying it won’t happen again.)

Teacher: “Anyway, back to the question I originally said. Anyone know the answer?”

(No one answers. The professor points in the direction of the desk in which another one of my Asian classmates sit.)

Professor: “Okay, so, what about you, yellow guy?”

(The whole class looks at her with disbelief.)

Asian Classmate: “Pardon me?”

(The professor looks dumbfounded for a moment before realising the misunderstanding that has happened and bursting into laughter.)

Professor: “Sorry, sorry, I meant the guy in the yellow shirt in the desk behind you.”

(The class joined in on the laugh, and we finished the period on a happy note.)