Today I submitted my dissertation to the graduate college. The bad boy is done. All that is left is my defense.
Sounds great, right? This is the shit I been working on for how long? The reason I moved across the country. The culmination of my experience as a student.
And I am sad as hell.
I am alone. The fam is gone. No one to celebrate with. No one who will understand this empty feeling inside of me.
holy shit this deserves way more fucking notes
i can’t reblog it enough, please get this through your skulls. i can’t walk home at night past 10 pm without being terrified that every guy that hollers at me is going to follow me home. it’s fucked up. it’s unfair. our culture sucks. we need to fix it. rape is never okay. never. if the rapist is the girl’s boyfriend it still counts. rape is rape. no is no. no answer is no. you shouldn’t beg and plead until someone’s uncomfortable. take the hint. end this bullshit.
I was at work the other day and my next customer was a tiny African American woman who had crossed into her elder years. She handed me a card and said she was ready for her free purchase. I surveyed the card and at our coffee shop you need 10 punches and she only had five. She had not seen the additional row of boxes that needed a punch before she could get her free latte.
When I pointed out the additional row she was very accepting of my explanation explaining that she was so looking forward to her freebie, she was so clear and succinct that I lost hold of myself and began to weep right there at the cash wrap.
Why is it that my Mom will not have her same opportunity to enjoy her senior years. People ask often how I am doing caring for Mom and the stress that it has put my family.
In fact my highest regret is the unfairness of retirement being snatched from her.
An Ivy League educated anthropology professor who planned well and worked so hard for retirement will never enjoy it. This is my greatest sadness, she deserves to travel and enjoy the fruits of her labor and it will never be.