“Too many young girls don’t know how to act when someone’s being inappropriate with them. They giggle or they try to brush it off. Don’t do that. Tell them to go fuck themselves - be a bitch. If someone’s being disrespectful to you, be disrespectful right back. Show them the same amount of respect that they show you.”—
“If violence is wrong in America, violence is wrong abroad. If it’s wrong to be violent defending black women and black children and black babies and black men, then it’s wrong for America to draft us and make us violent abroad in defense of her. And if it is right for America to draft us, and teach us how to be violent in defense of her, then it is right for you and me to do whatever is necessary to defend our own people right here in this country.”—Malcolm X, "Message to the Grassroots" (via thepeoplesrecord)
I’ve never been interested in psychology ever. Lately I’ve been reading about Black psychology and the idea of “self” and the different levels of reality. I hella just embarked in a new personal journey of finding my place in this world while staying true to my intersecting realities. It’s an overwhelming journey that I don’t think I even agreed to but am just forced to start.
"Apply the Race x Class approach to the interethnic relations between Japanese and other Asian immigrant groups in the E. Azuma (1994) reading along with their interaction with and relationships to the dominant White group in the complex multiracial hierarchy of prewar Walnut Grove."
this sentence is just not necessary. u feel me? like, no. it’s just not necessary at all. This is the first sentence of my prompt. He could have said this same shit so much more simple.
I will stand by this 100%, 100% of the time. It takes SO much more intelligence to articulate something complex in a simple way, than to articulate it like this ^. simple, point blank, period [stains]!!!!
I’ve been hella stressed out but I woke up this morning in a surprisingly good mood. I was taking my bf to work and I found that I was, for some weird reason, trying to act like I was stressed even though I woke up hopeful and enthusiastic that after this week I would be fine.
I made a realization by oversimplifying things but I hope that it works out. I should just start enjoying moments at a time. I’m always forcing myself to sit with my homework right in front of me so I can always see what I should be doing. When I’m glued to my phone I’m pulling up Mendeley and have all the articles I should be reading. I’m constantly forcing myself to only think about what I need to get done next for school. The assignments and the work loads are no joke but I should really take time not to think about them when I can.
Thus I took a walk today and saw some funny and strange things. I actually felt the sunlight from outside of a moving car and took my time walking with my phone in my back pocket. I decided I was going to write my realization down before pulling up Mendeley and the draft document I have been working on all week.
I deserve time to cook my beans, to sit down without any kind of screen in my face, and to have a much needed conversation with my mom.
This shit is due tomorrow and my progress is not that great but it will get done!
I’m supposed to be writing a paper for my [worst] class. I cannot start. I read his prompt, I read the readings, and I just can’t start. I have nothing to say about the topic. It’s not that actually it’s that his prompts are soooooo stupid. It’s as if he wrote a paper one time, was so proud of himself, and constructed the prompt around his thesis. It’s so specific and so broad at the same time. I can’t even explain it.
I’ve literally been in such a horrid mood since Friday just thinking about the class and stressing over my inability to understand or write his assignments. I just read the final prompt (25pgs) and the prompt requires us to go over ALL the history and ALL the theories AND our research interest. how the fuck does that all even go in one paper.
I got a 7.9 in my paper! a 7.9!!!!!! the fucker couldn’t give me .1 so I can get a muhhfuckin B?!?!
I have to rewrite that shit now and write the next paper and a whole other lotta shit that I can’t even think of right now.
I hate that class so so bad. I hate that it’s our only AAS class and that some of my cohort members have never had an AAS class before so now most of them don’t ever want to take one again. All because we have a bullshit teacher that is far too ready to retire and doesn’t give a fuck about us.