you were braver than I was... I just bit my tongue, nodded, regurgitated the bullsh#t back for my grade and thought "I can't wait to get out into the real world and away from these little pu$$ies."
It was a sociology class and I started off liking her. But as the semester ground on, it became apparent that the class was more of a soapbox for her liberal views and criticisms of all things conservative. I finally reached my breaking point, closed my books and stormed out, uttering what I did in a very audible voice. You could have heard a flea fart in there as I left. It was a Tuesday/Thursday class and I came back that Thursday. She asked me if I was planning to stay this time and I told her that would depend on whether we were going to talk about sociology or liberal politics. Looking back I was amazed I had the stones to stand up to her like that because that was not the way I was raised. Nowadays it would be a no-brainer, but at 20 it was a pretty ballsy move for me. As Popeye would say "that's all I can stands, I can't stands no more!!!"