I remember back in elementary school, my second grade teacher would always make us do a little cheer on the first Wednesday of every month because it was “Pay Day” for all the teachers. Even as a kid I thought it awkward and inappropriate for her to suggest that she was just counting down the days until she got paid for having to spend time with us. Now that I’m a little older, though, I do get it.
FOUR MORE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous said: More specific examples to explain the rant??
Haha I don’t think it’s necessary for me to provide specific examples. I mean, I could pull certain instances that have led me to draw these conclusions, but they’re honestly irrelevant at this point. That rant was conceived from general frustration at the way people are forced to interact with each other. It’s just a shame to me that we’re not able to be who we are because that will indirectly hinder our success in a skewed system.
There is definitely a fine line between being professional and being fake, and as I grow older and wiser in this world, I find myself struggling with that balance. Now, growing up in an area where people prided themselves on being able to smell fakeness from a hundred miles away (and chastise you if they decided you were, in fact, a “fake bitch”) I always made a conscious effort not to put on airs for anyone. So you can imagine how, coming to a university full of people from different backgrounds, learning that “maturing” sometimes meant holding your tongue and “dealing with it” to get ahead disturbed me. It still disturbs me. I’ve realized that the dedication to individuality and honesty that I was rewarded for in high school isn’t exactly met with acceptance once you’re past the age of 18. Not when you’re all trying to “make it” in a competitive world. People judge when others are different. When they don’t understand you, they dismiss you as inferior. They pass you by without giving it a second thought. And the more and more I learn about how the world works (I’m studying Political Science and Communications), the more disheartened I become.
It goes so much deeper than who is smart and who is dumb. Our definitive labels (race, gender, class, sexuality) seem to determine our place in society more than I ever thought. The people born into the most opportunity are given an inherent advantage, and they seem to think that this is a testament to their own talent and hard work. And vice versa. People born into the least opportunity are grouped and shoved into the side spaces of society, and also seem to think it’s a testament to the fact that they are dumb and lazy. But no shit, you’re dumb and lazy, when life keeps kicking you down whenever you try and change your position in it! When people look down on you just for speaking a certain way, for not conforming to the fake, money-making personalities that shape corporate board rooms.
Not to take anything away from those who possess true integrity and passion, but I see so much complacency even within my own university, filled with “young professionals” who don’t even try to imagine solutions, but instead perpetuate the thought systems that have gotten the world to this crazy, messed up state it’s in. Like, I hear some douchebag things around this campus and think, are y’all in my generation? Really? Because if you’re not seeing this and are not trying to improve things starting with the way you interact with others, then I’m not sure how much hope I can have for the future being any better.
I’m not perfect at all, but I do have thoughts. The least I can do is share them. Alright, now back to my essay on how the west has fucked up Latin America. Peace.