Applied to my first college (the only one that doesn’t require a supplement essay). Getting stuff done oh yeah.
So I got my lit teacher to review my college essay, and she said it was really strong and would definitely be influential to an admission board, so I’m feeling like a billion times for confident in my college apps.
Also, the essay was about how last year my friend and I staged a sort of protest against the sexist speaker my school decided to host, and my teacher shook my hand after reading it and said that i “deserved a feminism scholarship.”
So pretty much she’s awesome and she thinks I’m awesome.
I tend to be so cavalier about that type of thing, haha, if I lose a friend over it I tend to feel they probably weren’t a friend worth keeping anyway.
I wish I could be like that. I live in such a conservative area though that if I was like that I might have two friends.
Thankfully though no one has ever gotten so angry that they’ve stopped being my friend. But I can tell that at the time they definitely judge me a lot for disagreeing with them.
For the most part I try to avoid talking about politics or social issues unless someone else brings it up.
The other day though some kid in my Lit class said something along the lines of “If people get used to being oppressed, then they don’t know better than to like it.” (Note that this was a white teenage boy). And boy did I call him out on that with no mercy.
Talking about social issues with friends who have a very basic understanding of said social issues is always really hard because it’s pretty much impossible for them to not think I’m an asshole for trying to explain it to them.
Like today my friend said she doesn’t like Kim Kardashian because her body is so fake that it gives girls unrealistic representation. And I politely disagreed and tried to explain to her that what a individual does with their body is their own business, and that the responsibility of unrealistic body image falls mostly on the media than it does any singular woman, but I think she just got angry at me for saying that she was wrong.
I don’t think you’re a bad person. I don’t think you’re dumb. The fact that you care about unrealistic representation of women is great! I just want you to understand this better please don’t hate me ugh.
Whoop whoop, don’t have gallstones.
But now I have to take a test to make sure my gallbladder isn’t diseased, which is really expensive, radioactive, and painful, so not whoop whoop.
On a side note, I’ve only cried five times in the past two days, and only two of those times have been at school.
do you ever cry because you’ve somehow managed to gain a truly fucking amazing person as your friend? and just think about how fucking blessed you are for their existence and how in some previous life you must have done something fucking amazing to deserve them in this life? DO YOU?