Thomas Jefferson: A National Hero

"I told you, you pompous, overconfident weasel, Thomas Jefferson was NOT a 'national hero'! The man was a racist, awful human. It is also no excuse that others of his time were that way. Others in his time were all for equal rights, but he and others like them impeded progress!" Tony spewed, almost frothing at the mouth as he finished his rant on American History. Most would just deal with it and move on to better situations. I, unfortunately, could not. I had chosen a history major so I could be better prepared for the law degree I had been salivating over for the last three years of college. For these three years of papers, tests, roommates, and classes, I had never once questioned my decision to choose history over my passion for English. Tony made me question that decision every second I was in class with him.

"Like I said, I was hoping that saying it was a joke would have stopped the badgering. It would have saved her the humiliation," I declared, obtaining high fives from my frat brothers. "Well, if your interruption is over, I would like to address the matter at hand. Thomas Jefferson owned slaves and was an overall cruel man!" Tony proclaimed, as the rest of the class groaned. It was another twenty minutes before a bell rang, Tony shut up, and Reynolds told us to forget the assignment again. I walked over to the classroom across the hall and sat in my regular seat. I was preoccupied in twisting my own golden hair that I did not notice the air grow heavy and someone claim the seat that was always empty behind me. The classroom filled with people, and I sat alone, as the class was one my brothers would not take. I was watching as Professor Timmons began and realized something was amiss. One of the seats was not taken, and I could not place who was missing. It took five minutes for me to realize the missing person. I turned, and he was there, smiling. "That's not what you said, 'bro'," Tony whispered, smirking as he