- Do not forget Michael Brown
- Do not forget how the media dehumanized him and tried to justify his murder
- Do not forget how peaceful protests were painted as savage riots
- Do not forget police armed with military grade weapons terrorized and arrested black civilians
- Do not forget Darren Wilson being awarded over $400,000 in fundraiser donations for murdering an unarmed black child
- Do not forget that this system was not built to defend us, but to control us
- Do not forget Ferguson
Still having to park a mile from campus (and walk uphill). Everyone whom I told can fix this passes the buck to someone else. At 5PM, of course, they all go home. So because of all of this, it’s still not solved.
My knees have been hurting for about four years or so, now. It’s never been too awful, though. This week, my knees are starting to hurt worse than my wrist. It should go without saying how ridiculous that is. Last night, I had trouble sleeping because my legs and knees were throbbing so much. When I make this walk to campus (or back to my car after school), I have to sit for 15-20 minutes to end the tunnel vision that the pain causes. This shouldn’t be happening.
Today, since nothing’s been done yet, I have to make this awful walk again. Worse, I have a three hour bug collection lab outdoors today. Normally, that wouldn’t be an issue for me, but with the soreness from this walk, I honestly don’t know if I can handle it. Nothing pisses me off more right now. This may seriously effect my grade in my first ever entomology course, one where I should be able to pull a perfect 100.
I’m so frustrated. I leave for campus at 8:30AM. That only gives 30 minutes for someone to get to work, read their email, and fix this in time for it to make today a little easier on me. It won’t happen. I want to be optimistic, but my realism quashed that after Tuesday.
I still don’t know how the campus police came to the conclusion that my crippled ass should have to walk this far to campus every day even after I said I didn’t think I could do this. Some people have no empathy for the disabled.
Not all men!
Yes but enough men that every girl is terrified of smiling to that guy on the bus or talking with the boy in the coffee shop. Every girl has been walking late at night at one point and been afraid of who might be following her. Every girl has referred to someone as a “creep” and every girl has refused a drink from someone she doesn’t know.
Not all men.
But enough men that all women are now afraid of most men.
It’s gotten so bad that we have to be afraid of even telling you we are afraid. We can’t ask that you please stop talking to us. Because if we do we run the risk of being labeled a “stuck up bitch” and blamed for murders and rapes in which we are the victims.
So we speak to you with body language that we hope you’ll understand. We cross our legs and look out the window and wear giant headphones that are giant signs that subtly read “DON’T TALK TO ME!” But you insist on ignoring those signs because you have it in your head that our body language doesn’t mean anything. That our bodies aren’t our bodies.
Not all men.
You can start fucking saying that when all women can stop being afraid. But that’s not gonna happen if every man a women opens up to about this issue dismisses her by saying “Not all men.”
unofficial letter to the skeezball at work all men.
Today was great, and hella stressful. That said, the college was great and it’s just the settling in that’s been bumpy.
Parking was about a mile walk to campus, uphill. This is where they put me for having a handicapped permit. I almost didn’t make it and had to sit for 30 minutes to catch my breath and wait for my knees to stop throbbing. I’ve sent a request to the DSS office to get approval to park on campus, as this is just ridiculous. I can’t imagine how much worse it’ll be for me in the winter.
My first class was genetics. It was in a giant lecture hall and there are ~150 students in my class. I’ve never had a class like this before. The teacher is super nice and very engaging. We emailed afterward about my accommodations and he remembered me (how can you not with my hair and tattoos?). I think I’m going to enjoy this class.
I went to lunch after and found out that if I pass on fries when I get a burger, they give me baby carrots! I like this school a lot. While relaxing in a corner, I ordered my text books ($300!) and was starting to work several things out. Lots of stuff started going ways I hadn’t planned, so I started freaking out and had to take a Xanax. About the time my Xanax kicked in, my advisor walked up and surprised me. She checked in to make sure I was settling in okay and asked me if I needed anything. How awesome of her! Maybe she sees the potential in me :)
After getting an email from my Entomology TA, I went to meet with him. He just wanted to make sure my accommodations were all set and settled for lab. My teacher got the email I sent and shared it with his TA so they would both be in the loop. Good thinking!
After all that, I went to my later class today: Calculus. My teacher started by calling roll and she was mentioning middle names. I know Jaden can be explained away, but not Bryan. Thankfully, she honored the letter I sent her and called me Jade Skye. My heart swooned :) We talked after class about my accommodations and got everything settled for the most part. I love being able to work with teachers so well.
Another nice perk of my new college: I used two different womens’ restrooms that weren’t empty and no one batted an eye. What a welcome change from being assaulted once and screamed out another time at my previous college. This school is so progressive, welcoming, and full of other highly intelligent people who are on a similar page with me.
I really love my new college so far. Once I get settled in, I have a feeling it’s going to feel like home. I really hope I can stick with the plan of doing my doctorate here and maybe even working as a professor at this wonderful 103-year-old college ^_^