There’s hope for me after all!
James Joyce: A portrait of the artist as a young a man.
hey listen to this because i love my internship and get to do cool things at it like make a podcast!!!
This episode features clips from three of our Valentine’s Day events: Never Have I Ever: Stories of Dating Droughts, Disasters, and More; Are You My Boyfriend?: A Playful Approach to Looking for Love; and The OkCupid Show: Stories of Love, Sex, and the Internet.
And thanks so much to jrnny, who started this podcast, for all her help in teaching me what to do and then for answering my calls and Facebook chats when I didn’t know what I was doing. Shouts out to her!
I talked to colindrohan yesterday about how I was embarrassed that the answer I gave someone for “where do you see yourself in 10 years” was so similar to where I am now and he made me feel better about my response; here’s him making me feel better at 86% transparency over a pic of my rebirthing basil, positive energy + plants
hey look people are still reading a blog post I wrote over a year ago! you’re all loved! you’re all my valentines!
SOME SHABBY DOLL ~LOVE STORIES (mostly sad but hopeful)
Williamsburg Bridge by Johnny Bryan
For The Benefit of Your Big Sister’s Black Eye by Matthew Bookin
Moving Home by Meggie Green
You Are Loved by Colin Drohan
The Basic Laws of the Universe by Chris Dankland
Black Mold by Sarah Jean Alexander
Students are too often being punished for asking for helpMy high school tried failing me and not letting me graduate because of my mental illness. They eventually called the college I was planning on attending and told the dean they didn’t believe I was ready for a difficult college. They didn’t want the college to be responsible for my suicide, which it seemed my high school administration thought was inevitable. I was forced to take a year off to better myself and prove I was still able to get good grades in school.
I see a psychiatrist on campus now, but only because it’s cheap and I feel guilty enough spending my parents’ money. Before every appointment, I panic. Several times, I’ve lied to my doctor because I’m worried that my school will force me to take more time off. I’m capable of being a college student here; I think my GPA has shown that. They don’t care about me getting better, though, I don’t think. They just care about their reputation in the higher education world, which would be tarnished by yet another suicide.
Being forced to take a year off of school made me the most depressed I’ve ever been. I don’t want that again. I want the help I need, and I want to feel safe getting that help. I’m just a human who’s having a hard time, and I think it’s about time my college, and all colleges, see that.