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Hi, I’m a journalism student at Kent State University. Everyone here hates Kaitlin with a passion. She gives our university such a bad name. We do not claim her. She is the biggest coward I have ever encountered. I saw her on campus recently and I went up to her to ask her a question (because I am a journalist and that’s what I do) and she could SEE the hatred in my eyes. I know this because she backed away in fear. She was like, “sorry I don’t do that” and I was like, “Just one question” and she was literally backing away from me in fear like, “no, i’m sorry” And let me just tell you, I have neverrrrr felt more powerful. I made this biotch shake in her fuckin yeehaw boots. Fuckin ramen noodle hair ass motherfucker. Okay I’m done ranting lol sorry
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This is almost fifty years ago: I added psych as a major so I could access the books on homosexuality in our university library. They were locked in the back and you had to go through the librarian to get them. If you were not a psych major the Dean of Students would interrogate you as to why you wanted to read such deleterious material.
Seeing the newspaper that one of my professors and his friends had been arrested at his own house, having a barbecue in the backyard, for “associating with a known homosexual”. Believe me, these things twist you, and make you think twice when invited to a party at someone’s house.
Having a handsome young stranger make eyes at you at the all night diner as you study for finals, and wondering if he is one of the detectives assigned to entrapping gays. Going through the teeter totter emotions of wondering if he might be the love you are looking for, or is he the trap that will flush your whole life down the toilet.
Coming to barracks at the end of the day in the Air Force, and watching the swarm of OSI and Security Police escorting a friend out under arrest for having gone to a gay bar. Wondering if he would name you, because that was the only way you could stay out of jail – by naming at least five other gays.
All of the above were common experiences for many gays in America, not that long ago. Those of us who went through this are still among you. Don’t take for granted the new freedoms you have. Get out and vote this election no matter what. The Republicans mean to send us back to all this.]
This shit just fucking breaks my heart.
When old white farts at Trump rallies say “This country used to be great! I want to go back to the way things were!” this is the kind of shit they’re reminiscing about.
Fuck that.
Anonymous asked:
Fight the colleges with me friendo
Cal Lane (b 1968) is a Canadian sculptor, known for creating delicate, lacy sculptures out of industrial steel products.
Lane was born in Nova Scotia and raised on Vancouver Island, where she trained as a hairdresser and a welder. She has a bachelor’s degree from the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design and a Master of Fine Arts from the State University of New York at Purchase.
Cal Lane uses a plasma cutter or an oxy-acetylene torch to cut intricate patterns into industrial steel products.
Remembering Alison Parker, 24, and Adam Ward, 27, the victims of the WDBJ7 shooting
Parker, a native of Virginia, grew up in the city of Martinsville, about 180 miles southwest of Richmond, WDBJ7 reports. She attended Patrick Henry Community College near Martinsville and graduated from James Madison University, where she worked for the school’s newspaper, in 2012. She interned at the station that summer and returned in May 2014 as a morning reporter, New York Daily News reports. Parker had been dating the station’s evening co-anchor Chris Hurst. Hurst shared his grief on Twitter.
Ward had graduated from Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, where he earned a communications and media studies degree, NBC News reports. He had worked for the station since July 2011 and was engaged to the morning producer Melissa Ott. Ott had recently accepted a new job, according to the Star-Exponent. She was in the control room as the live footage of the shooting came rolling in.
I’m so sorry
I have about 20,000 followers. A small but respectable amount. Enough to attract companies
And I’m a college student. I’m struggling for money. I grew up in poverty. I had became a promoter for a scam company. I’m so fucking sorry.
Last year I had been working at a university. I did research. I was published, even. But I was working so fucking hard to keep food on the table. I was working 3 jobs and taking 21 credits. My mental health tanked. I tried to kill myself in December. I was dismissed from the university and I’m a fucking disgrace now. I spent my Christmas break in the hospital.
I began trying to pick up the pieces. I am trying so fucking hard to get a job and I’m in a community college. I’m living at home. I have nothing. I’m trying so fucking hard to get up the money for my antidepressants every month but I don’t know how much longer I can do that and I HATE asking my parents for handouts because they’re not much more better off than me.
And so I thought that I could try to get some support through ad revenue and promotions and I’m so so so fucking sorry that it turned out to be a scam. I really really NEEDED that money and fuck I’m so stupid to think it would work out. My parents are trying to get me to move out by the summer and I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to do that.
I tried selling things through Etsy but no one ever bought anything so that didn’t work either.
I don’t know what to do. I was raised to never EVER beg for money. I would feel so fucking guilty. I don’t know what to do.
I’m trying so fucking hard to get a job but no one will call me back. I’m trying so fucking hard to sell though etsy. I just don’t know what to do anymore.
I’m so so so sorry that I had you guys involved in this. I’m so sorry. I love you guys so much. I’m so sorry. I’m trying so hard to stay positive but I just don’t have much of anything left in me. Fuck. I’m sorry.
Back at my old college there was a student lounge place I affectionately had dubbed “the weirdo lounge” because all the weirdos congregated there. You know those nerds who sit there and all they do is talk about anime, like those reddit pages, wear fedoras and shit? That kinda weirdos. So anyway the tragedy is that the Weirdo Lounge had THE BEST one person couch. It had a little laptop table attached and it was so damn comfy. Plus, it was always somewhat dark in there because of how the windows was positioned. So I’d go there to nap during my break periods. So one day I was napping when someone threw an empty plastic bottle at me and I snapped awake. A white nerdy girl from a few couches down said “I’m so sorry that was intended for my puppy to fetch!” and I’m like “DOGS?!” and I snap awake, that’s when I looked towards my foot and saw a whiteman. Sitting there. Like a dog. With his tongue out. and then he fucking barked. I was so infuriated but I handed him the bottle and he put that shit on the floor and then picked it up with his mouth. And then on all fours, ran over to the white girl and dropped it in her lap. I was so fucking upset.
This whole post is gold, but for me the best part is “whiteman” being all one word.
Anonymous asked:
i go to shithell community college
Anonymous asked:
certain parts are? although there’s a lot of university medical shit there and the UofM branch in ann arbor is prestigious af. it’s like a college town, although some parts are less than desireable i suppose.
nothing compared to Saginaw or Flint or Detroit
The best of Irish Twitter in anticipation of this bitch Ophelia, also bonus: my university literally asking the Taoiseach if they count as a college.



