#privalege

[lisa-yaaas-queen]

I agree! #womensmarchNYC #womensmarch #privalege

[edawgfire]

I think it’s easy to see how we’re opressed. What’s more difficult is seeing how we’re privileged. We need to be educated on both if we’re ever going to heal the divides in our world.

[lucraxia]

I hate college so much...

[idontevenknowanymoredoyou]

My knowledge has reached the level where I realize how ignorant I am.

[geritafan96]

Thats it, thats the entire website...

[msknitty-blog]

FW: ...not the rule.

15- Minute Free-Write #1 Start: 8:30 AM End: 8:54 AM Total Time: 24 minutes

When I was a little girl I read and I read and I read. I would sit on my bed for hours inhaling books and stories. I would forget to turn on lights most of the time, so my parents would often find me surrounded in late afternoon darkness and shadow with my eyeballs approximately 1 inch from the page. The book swallowing me whole. Later I learned that this more meant I needed reading glasses (which I only started committing to wearing for any other reason than look-i-so-cute-and-nerdy-and-hipster 15 years later)... but then it was escape.

In elementary school they would send home reading logs. Every kid was supposed to read 15 minutes a week-night, but I was the exception. I was already reading enough. I was already smart enough and artistic enough and socially adjusted enough. I was treated differently.

Now I am who I am. Twenty-two-and-a-half years old. A senior (with an extra helping) in a fine brick-building covered in something that is not Ivy but is a respectable climbing plant U-N-I-V-E-R-S-I-T-Y. I got here through indirect tunnels, but I will be graduating twenty three days from now. My little family will come and visit me and we'll eat big meals and too many photos will be taken (and yet not enough according to Grandma Bonnie). And it will be great.... but it has not been easy. And it will will not be easy. And there is no point in my future that will be easy again like it was on my bed swallowed in books.

My teachers taught me that I was the exception and I took that through my academic career and it HURT me. While my peers took careful notes and did careful research and read their 15 minutes a night, I would swoop in to the computer lab and complete and 3-page essay over lunch break. Coffee flying, adrenaline rush, writing. And they'd pin by essay on the board...and example of what GOOD WRITING IS. And I was the exception. And it felt like getting away with murder. 

A procrastinator is born.

You see, I actually love reading & writing. Still, buried under this jaded college senior's (privalegeprivalegeprivalege) sucks-to-be-me fatigue and piled of debt, the power of words excited me. But it has become apparent to me that I NEVER EARNED IT. I never slogged. I never edited. I never tried. 

Did I earn this degree? Did I really get everything out of this higher education? Am I even ready? Am I even functional?

I don't want to be the exception anymore. I want to be the rule. I want to be the planner. I want to be the goodhardhonest work. I want to pour everything I have in my heart out in what has turned out to be an over twenty-minute free-write (dammit, so much for rules). 

I don't want to create just to get by. Just to thrive and bathe in congratulation. I want to be an artist. And as far as I can see it the only way that is going to happen is if I teach that little girl in the darkness how to do things right.

Starting over. Chapter 1.

[uniquerkw]

A lot of us are privileged, and that can make people feel like what they do is being dismissed and nothing to do with effort. In this video it defines privileged, and how you can use it to be a good person. 

I was directed to this video by Tyler Oakley, and I'm very glad I was. :)