Tag: Stanford

My Shitheadery Saved Me

When you grow up poor you face an entire social structure that has the same force as gravity. It is there to drag you down until you reach the center of the earth and know your place. I get asked a lot how I managed to escape gravity, and the honest answer is that I

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Trigger Warning: This Post is About Trigger Warnings and I Think You are ALL Full of Shit

I have PTSD. I was diagnosed when I was thirteen after putting away the man who sexually, physically, and verbally abused me from the ages of 2-13. It is a complex, challenging condition that I spend a lot of time working to combat and control so I can be a functional human being. I had

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The Beautiful People that We’ve Ruined

It has taken months for me to figure out how to write this post. At first I ran away from it, avoiding it, burying it, rejecting it. Then I spent a long time trying to find a way to wrap it in a pretty bow and make it nice. It was always there in the

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“Getting Out”: Probably Just Bull$***

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

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