#interity

[egoxless]

Musing about leadership in Low Entropy’s newest blog feature, Emma Norton sifts through qualities like compassion, thoughtfulness, humility, honesty and more. Within this whirlwind of description, Emma methodically shapes an outline of what a leader should be. Click the link in the bio to read Emma's blog. #leadership #inspiration #safetyfeeling #responsibility #interity #honesty Reposted from @low.entropy https://www.instagram.com/p/CPk2aZFHJS4/?utm_medium=tumblr

[veremirinde-blog]

Story: Interity

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Pant. Did he know the meaning of the word consent? Pant, pant, pant. She laid there motionlessly. She thought she’d been ready to take on the world - but then she had never anticipated this to be part of it.

A low groan, and he was out, a big smirk plastered across his face as if he’d just done something great. Almost languidly, Patrick laid himself along her and went to sleep.

She still didn’t move.

They were friends. Or had been, more accurately. She’d said no so many times, but he had still pressed on. That wasn’t what friends did, was it? Maybe it was. Did she give any sort of hint that secretly, she’d wanted it after all?

She shifted, sat up, eyed him. She got dressed and left.

He slept, satisfied.

She went home and took a shower, her mind blank. A few missed calls from her mom, but she didn’t return them.

Was she to go to the police? She hadn’t actively fought him. She had said no. She’d probably flirted with him - in his opinion or hers?

Either way, she knew how the system worked. The judicial system or the patriarchy? He wouldn’t be blamed. She would be. She would be the one to carry around all the weight of what’d just happened.

He’d only lose a friend.

A great one, she told herself. Consoling yourself is the first step to getting better - her psychologist used to say this.

Should she go back to him?

No, she was better now, she reassured herself. Traumatic events didn’t bother her anymore. She had learned how to process and how to forget. Not forget - forgetting is what unhealthy people do. She wasn’t unhealthy, not anymore.

She would just never feel justice.

He, on the bright side, would never feel pain. He would just have a new story to tell.

She would never feel safe again.

She shook her head and took a deep breath, forcing on a smile. A new day, a new start, a new traumatic - no, stop there. Her smile momentarily faltered, but then it was back again.

She exited her house and - bravely, her mind added, though she begged to disagree - made her way through her usual day.

She would be fine. She will be fine. She is fine, she tells herself. She will just never feel safe again.

[infamouslyjohnny]

Don't compromise your integrity for any assignment; someone who respects your craft would never ask you to. #Happy Monday! #cocktailbandits #success #motivation #affirmation #interity (at Charleston, South Carolina)

[bitter-aloe-vera-blog]

NTU Honour code

I believe all of us, as freshmen were excited to enter the next phase of life as a undergraduate student in NTU. From my faint memory, I still remember the "Honour code" that all freshmen had to pledge during the welcome ceremony in the first week of school.  (http://www.ntu.edu.sg/sao/Pages/HonourCode.aspx) 

Mid terms test was just over, like two days ago and I am totally disgusted by the so-called-NTU-culture! 

830am, SBS-CR-1 - While waiting for my physiology paper to start, test paper (facing down) was distributed to us, and we weren't suppose to turn the paper over. To my surprise, the girl beside me was reading the question OPENLY like nobody's business. Soon after she examined the questions, she took her notes out to refer to the answers and discus with her friends around. I WAS SPEECHLESS. I look left and right, and everyone was like "WHAT THE FUCK?!" 

Soon, the paper starts, and she put her notes aside and start doing the paper. I thought, alright, since she did not refer to her notes while doing the paper, there is no solid evidences of her cheating. Thus, I didn't care so much and concentrate on my own paper. Half way through the test, I heard some noise from that same girl beside me.

"eh, whats your answer for question 1" 

"I put A"

"My answer is A and B" 

"really?" 

I look up, turn my head, saw that same girl and another girl beside her discussing the answers to the test question OPENLY! 

WTF? 

They continued to discus the answers until the end of the test. 

Is this the kind of people you would expect to see in the university which jumped 80+ position in ranking?! Worst still, no one actually reported this to authority. I went up to the professor to report this incident and got their metrication number down in black and white. 

I actually tweeted this and to my surprise, my other friends in NTU also experience the same thing, they saw fellow students cheating and they CLOSED ONE EYE. Seniors in NTU said this to me: 

"Welcome to NTU Culture"