I was outside Brock Hall humbly eating my couple slices of Papa John’s Pizza after an enduring first day of classes, when several pickup trucks drove by. Each truck was flying Confederate flags loud and proud. They all seemed to be shouting and hollering in my direction as they patrolled right past me and proceeded throughout our campus. “I’ve got a really bad feeling about this,” I thought to myself. Enter the mind of me: Welcome back to Phil’s Philosophies.