This is probably in really bad taste

On Friday a bunch of teachers were wishing me luck on my Master's presentation. Seeing as I was in a slap happy mood, I decided that starting Monday everyone was required to call me Master Johnson. Which seemed funny to me until all their faces kind of dropped and they reminded me that I am a white person that stands in the front of the room and tells black children to do things all day long. They were on the floor laughing, but I sort of wanted to die.