99. A Public Defender In Portland, Oregon

I am in a large room with some high-school friends, taking a test Barack has designed. Competition is steep and I am really emotionally invested in doing well. After the test is over, we all sit on the tables and wait for the scores.

Mine comes out in the “weak” category.

Barack starts walking up and down the aisles, acknowledging the people who have scored in the top category. Everyone else becomes an "untouchable" to him. It is like we didn't exist and are of no importance at all. I feel absolutely horrible.