apparently my school made the senior dinner great gatsby themed
because what better theme for a graduation party than the inaccessibility of the american dream
People need to learn to actually read books.
My Aunt’s husband asked me to describe my first impressions of their new neighborhood. The first word that came to my mind was “manicured.” He did not seem pleased with that answer.
Tonight I went to a dinner at their residential community’s “clubhouse” via golf cart. Every guest there was wearing a Ralph Lauren polo.
The special was shrimp and grits.
I told my Aunt an anecdote- how my father used to call grits made with cream “Northern” grits because growing up he did not know anyone who could afford anything but grits made with salt and water.
My Aunt’s husband ate roast beef.
A walk at sunset to the docks led to us almost seeing a near-death experience of an osprey at the hands (jaws?) of an alligator.
I ate 4 Godiva Dark Chocolate pearls for dessert and washed it down with a swig of low-fat milk.
"I don’t expect gay people to prove to me, a straight person, that there’s actually homophobia. I don’t expect poor people to prove to me, a Harvard grad, that hunger and poverty are widespread problems. And if someone asked me, as an Asian person, to “prove” to them that racism exists, I would laugh all the way back to Chinatown. Marginalized groups are not responsible for explaining their marginalization to you. If you are actually concerned, you would take the initiative to do some research yourself instead of showing up at some oppressed group’s door step demanding a list of citations for things (racism, sexism, etc.) that are proven time and time again in the real world."
THIS. Lately I’ve had some really rough experiences trying to “explain” feminism to white cis het men who refuse to get it. If you can’t wrap your head around the fact that some people have it harder than you do, not only are you a little stupid, but you’re cashing in on your (probably multiple layers of) privilege in detrimental ways.
So 90’s alternative rock is my favorite genre and will always probably be.
Suck it world, suck it.
If you are going to study for finals…
There is no better place to do so than at a coffee shop away from downtown with a window seat to a rainstorm.
Finals week continued:
- Wake up at 9
- Go back to sleep
- Get out of bed at 11
- Begin to work on online study guides
- Become frustrated at ELC
- Contemplate leaving house
- Decide to do laundry instead
- Wash clothes, then sheets, and then towels
- Melt coconut oil and drench head in it (to counteract lack of quality of hair dye from yesterday)
- Read a bunch of blogs on foster moms, independent moms, independent dads while looking at open google doc (with coconut oil saturated head)
- Cry at cuteness of blogs
- Become frustrated at ELC again
- Realize still have a ton of coconut oil in hair
- Decide to put coconut oil on face as moisturizer
- Blind myself with coconut oil
- Cry on account of coconut oil in eyes
- Decide to put on face mask to further make self terrifying looking (red eyes + green face + coconut oil hair)
- Realize have not eaten food yet (2:00 pm)
- Cook pita pocket in microwave (2:02 pm)
- Eat fun size pack of peanut butter m&ms and yogurt while pita pocket is in microwave
- Accidentally forget that pita pocket is in microwave
- Empty dishwasher (spill water everywhere)
- Realize still have coconut oil in hair (2+ hours later) and face mask on (45+ minutes later)
- Shower (3:00 pm)
- Read more blogs featuring awesome parents
- Cry again, awesomeness of parents is too awesome
- Realize still have coconut oil in hair (even though shower has occurred)
- Remember pita pocket in microwave (4:00 pm)
- Eat cold pita pocket out of microwave while thinking this would taste better if I microwave it
I am slowly going insane.
Life of Kylie during Finals:
It is 9:30PM. I can not study any more, so I..
- Write tumblr post vent
- Run 2.7 miles after eating Chinese food 1.5 hours earlier. Feel like vomiting, but by the grace of the National, Led Zepplin, and OutKast, I am able to make it up and down Lumpkin hill. Angry feet, night air, feeling like a badass
- Inspired by roommates, decide to go and eat Fro Yo (why I don’t know, I am not hungry, I am gross/sweaty, and my stomach feels weird)
- End up at Kroger buying 6 green apples, popsicles, frozen pita pockets, carrots, broccoli, hair dye, “relaxing” body wash, and snickerdoodle ice cream (for good measure)
- Congratulate self on buying food to eat instead of continuing to live off of bulk oatmeal, leftover Chinese food, and frozen vegetables
- Eat pineapple popsicle in car and continue to congratulate myself (popsicle > over priced frozen yogurt at the moment)
- Realize that I have bought two things of hair dye
- Begin the hair-dying process
- Decide to read reviews of hair dye online…
- Apparently this is the worst new hair dye ever
What have I done, you guys. What have I done.
Thoughts on my mind during finals:
- Studying for finals is so stupid. I am wasting hours of my life studying for tests that at the end of the day are basically irrelevant… Finals are over in three hours or less; they really don’t test if I have “learned anything”, they aren’t really benefiting me, they do not help me help others, and they are just creating more work for my teachers. If I haven’t learned what I was supposed to by now, it probably won’t stick with me after I regurgitate it on the final.
- I really don’t remember all that much from all of my “finals” from the past. I just remember having to remember a lot of stuff. That isn’t knowledge gained, that’s just time lost (read #1).
- There has got to be a more creative way to assess mastery of subjects than multiple choice tests, short answers, essays, etc. We also need to do something to ameliorate the fact that some brilliant people just don’t do well on conventional tests. They’re getting the short end of the stick, and they don’t deserve it.
- With that in mind, we have got to get out of this power point, formulaic mode of education. Teachers can do so much more than create and read power point slides to classes. They deserve more than that, we should expect more than that.
- In reality, teachers deserve more respect. Period. (They also deserve smaller class sizes).
- So do students. Students deserve more respect as well. (And less homework, they’re already spending 8 hours a day in school).
- Three years out of high school, and I still think AP classes and IB classes suck. They really suck ass. I learned best in class when I was able to be creative, think outside of the box- when my teachers cared more about me then my ability to perform well on a standardized test. Classes formulated around test scores are the dementors of innovation/actual learning. We should just let students take advanced classes in things both they and their professors care about/are interested in.
- The whole AP, IB, Honors, TAG, thing as well really just hurts people in the long run. Separating kids at a young age into groups based on their “intelligence” is really just propagating learned helplessness among those who do not meet “talented and gifted” expectations. Everyone is talented and gifted. E.v.e.r.y.o.n.e.
- Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
- Sesame chicken is really not the best food after the first few bites.
- I really need to stop listening to as much Death Cab for Cutie as I have been recently.
- People keep talking about how hard college is in comparison to high school. I have had the complete opposite experience. Does anyone else feel this way? It might have just been me and my insanity becoming too close of friends.
- I’m going to go for a run. Fuck this shit.
This is a rant that I will probably delete eventually. But, seriously, I am so apathetic at the moment.
"If you have ever peeled an onion, then you know that the first thin, papery layer reveals another thin, papery layer, and that layer reveals another, and another, and before you know it you have hundreds of layers all over the kitchen table and thousands of tears in your eyes, sorry that you ever started peeling in the first place and wishing that you had left the onion alone to wither away on the shelf of the pantry while you went on with your life, even if that meant never again enjoying the complicated and overwhelming taste of this strange and bitter vegetable."
Lemony Snicket (via venebelle)
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