Is This a Joke?

 I was in my own world enjoying classes and doing quite well, but things have a tendency to change, sometimes abruptly.   It was my first semester and I was on my way to illustration class.. (BTW, I have to admit I was one of those nerds that never skipped classes in high school or faked being sick.. I had to throw that in…) minutes before class and just outside the classroom door I was forcefully stopped and smashed against the wall by this guy I’d seen in my painting class who was obviously a fine arts major because he was covered in paint and smelled like paint solvent.  He was much taller than I was and very intimidating!  He leaned up against me and got in my face where he whispered nose to nose that I was “gay”, he laughed and left me there freaking out.  What the heck was he talking about?  Who does he think he is anyway?  Ok, was this a joke?  It couldn’t have been, it was too violent and there wasn’t anyone around.   I was so whacked I never went to classes that day, I left the building and ran to my car that was parked in the student lot a half block away. I sat there all afternoon.  I can remember to this day what I did.