Stupid Boy

More difficult than the classes, more difficult than the pressure of college and responsibilities is the constant nagging of my female peers. In our school, they are the dominant sex and feminism can be felt from miles around. Females control our school, and there is no way of getting around it. The common myth that women are inferior to men is completely and dead wrong. Ever since I began high school, I knew that I was different from the other guys. One by atomic number 53 I noniced my male peers being weeded out from the higher academic levels, leaving a predominantly female crowd, but I was, and still am, determined to keep my position.As the years have foregone by, I have become the token male in m each of the top classes. It is difficult to keep in line onto such an prestigious role when I know that there are females surrounding me, ready to bear witness that the token male is not as sophisticated as one might think. I knock myself included in conversations about such th ings as male bashing and female apparel that males are unremarkably excluded from. When we are in biology, they complain about pregnancy, and then turn hateful eyes toward me, grumbling that I will never know the agony of childbirth.The strange thing is those conversations and continual male-bashing sessions no longer signifier me. Now its difficult to talk about guy things. I almost always turn to females for understanding conversation. Sometimes there arent any guys around to talk about anything. I have learned to screw with it though, and Im happy that Ive had this experience with humiliation. It has made me respect women more than I ever would have. I think that any self-respecting feminist would be proud of me. My female biology teacher has dubbed me Token Male. In my forward-looking biology, advanced physics, advanced English, and Spanish IV classes I am overwhelmed by the estrogen. I couldnt imagine not having Sarah around to get notes from, or Rose to laugh when Mr. Ma rshall calls me eloquent. I am not the bonnie guy anymore. I listen to the conversations with interest, waiting to interject my own perspective. However, I am wary not to attract too much attention from one of the preying females. I go to the bathroom and see a male friend out in the hall and slap him five as I go back into class. I look to the girls to hear them say, in unison, Stupid Boy.