A Law School Experience

I attended Stetson Law School in St. Petersburg, Florida.   80% of my class received Cs and Ds or flunked out the first semester.  

Florida, to me, was way behind the times.  One of my classmates said "look at that whore".  I replied: Where?   Apparently, a girl wearing shorts below the knee was acceptable but a girl wearing shorts a hair above the knee was a whore.  Blacks jumped off the sidewalk into the street when I passed them.   I thought I had an odor problem.  That's how dumb I was.  Classmates told me that one teacher, formerly a Florida judge, said in class:  "the first thing we do is hang the niggers".   

During the first few weeks of the second semester, the dean of the law school called me into his office and said in a southern drawl:   Mr. Peri, we don't like your type down here;  I am going to do everything in my power to make sure you never become a lawyer in this state.   I didn't understand. What was this all about.  All I did was study from 6AM to 10 PM every day.   At the next meeting, the dean repeated his threat and offered me a full refund of all tuition I ever paid at the school in a bank check.   I left.  

My classmates said that the reason why this happened was because I wore bellbottom dungarees, grew a beard (there was no dress code.), and was a Northerner.  I drove back to NY in my MGB/GT, and being so upset stopping every half hour for the bathroom.  

When the Stetson student body found out that I left, they protested (without my knowledge).  The school offered to reinstate me.   The front page of the Miami Herald printed a story:  Student Leaves Stetson, But Reasons Conflict.   The Stetson Reporter and other Newspapers also ran a stories "Students at Law School To Investigate Ousting".   The judge teacher, that did not even know me, stated that I was a slob and unfit to be a lawyer.  A student stated that I was immaculate & "one of the cleanest people on campus"; that you could tell he graduated from a military school.   (Even my socks were rolled and smiled).  

Back in New York I painted houses until, fortunately, I was admitted into a law school in NY.   Here comes the goyim. I thought I had a disease.   In one class of about 120 students, I was called on and ridiculed everyday for a year.    Eventually my classmates couldn't take it and requested the teacher to call on someone else.  One of my classmates told me that the teacher didn't like WOPS.  Whatever!  

I wasn't brought up that way.   Race or religion was not important.   My family, including me, found out that my first wife was Jewish during my engagement party.   This was a non-issue.   It irritates me that religions, races, etc., have a club.  I wish people would get over it. 

Others have had setbacks or roadblocks much worse than mine.   No one escapes.    You do the best that you can or want to.   Some give up.   Life isn't easy.