"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to be so free that your very existence is an act of rebellion" Camus
I am notorious for many things, one of them is keepin’ it real. I am a pretty big fan of keepin’ it real. Keepin’ it real means being really honest about the world as it exists. I strive for honest and kind, sometimes, because I am human, I fail. Most people who have been through
I am going to do what I always do in these conversations and state my credentials from the get-go. I am going to do this because I am white. And because I am white, and grew up extremely poor in an urban area where I attended some of the worst urban schools in the state
Because underneath my adorably dressed Stanford veneer is still the 14 year old who thought it was highly amusing to torture stupid teachers and who has seen every episode of South Park, I spent most of STEP getting myself into trouble and thinking it was fun to summarize every single class with a smart alleck
My brother is being deployed. Could be Korea, could be the Middle East. We know his training grounds are in a desert so we expect desert. This is difficult for me. It’s difficult for me because I know so much about history and global politics. It’s difficult for me because I spent so much time
I used to get really annoyed with the environmentalists at Stanford. I love the environment, especially because my people are disproportionately affected by failures to regulate (see ENTIRE CITY OF OAKLAND), and we benefit from better public transportation and efficiency. I started to hate them because they kept telling me how proud of themselves they
I have a long standing affinity for and good relationships with smart alleck-ey male students. If you know me, you know why I have that affinity. Mostly it’s because I was/am far worse than any of them could hope to be. I had a lot of really brilliant male friends growing up. Few of them
I’m one of the few and the proud from my neighborhood to accomplish the feat of “getting out.”* If you are poor and went to Stanford, I don’t need to explain what that means, but it has a particular meaning. Getting out means leaving the neighborhood and escaping poverty. It means that you assimilate into
