I was talking to my male professor about how I don’t think our campus is as activisty and loud and angry as other colleges especially in the west coast. I said “I’ve heard that maybe it’s because we’re all women.” And he immediately said, “that’s bullshit. Don’t you dare say that.” I was taken aback for a bit and really appreciated how he shut down that thought. I’m really never going to say it again.
i write a lot. i have this little notebook that i carry with me everywhere.
porque este mundo es increíble.
i love tumblrs. because people these days are so quick to judge and if you happen upon this site, you get a whole different perspective of someone you thought you knew.
because sometimes we don't speak aloud all we want to say. and written words preserve the moment's intensity.
when i write, i think i look for/ hope someone will disagree with me. because they care enough to engage and sometimes i don't want to believe what i have come to conclude.
i'm self absorbed, passionate, vocal though sometimes internally, stubborn, will argue with you if you don't agree with what i think, interested in multiculturalism race relations psychology cross cultural, still figuring it out
I’m sitting in a room in the library right now. I just read Inside Out & Back Again and I don’t know if it’s related but I’m really thankful for where I am right now. And grateful for those by me. N said once how privilege is more than just race/class, but it’s in having a loving family, a two parent household, a sibling. I love where I am. I think.
Today in class my professor cried. She was telling us about the moment she first found out her father’s story when she did an interview project in grad school. A familiar wave of unease and empathy swept over the room in that moment. I really admire her.