Just what we all need, another college Study Abroad Blog. Kansai Gaidai (Osaka/Hirakata City), Japan otherwise, and stuff. But mostly food por...traits. HERE GOES.
One of my all-time favorite songs slash Shameless WesObsessed Post #2: I swear, if I could marry an institution….
(5 weeks 5 days & counting)
(Click the title to see & hear the song & vid)
(re)visiting Todaiji Temple tomorrow. Gonna hug me some deer.
by Mariama Eversley and Ross Levin
The self-proclaimed “Diversity University” is at it again. Wesleyan University, located in Middletown, Connecticut, is prosecuting three trans* and gender-nonconforming students for taking political action to address transgender discrimination on campus. This comes just one year after the University reversed their need blind admission policy, and a rash of racial profiling by the campus police, Public Safety.
On Wednesday, December 4th, Wesleyan University will be holding a disciplinary hearing against the three aforementioned trans* and gender-nonconforming students. The charges against the three stem from actions taken this October to “degender” public restrooms. These students are being targeted because of their visibility in these actions and in the LGBTQ community on campus, despite no evidence that they are indeed responsible for the $5,245 in fines they are facing.
Beginning this October, Wesleyan students began removing gender signs from public restrooms across campus. In place of the gender signs, they posted new all gender signs as well as manifestos which explained their actions: “We demand that Wesleyan University stop segregating bathrooms along gender lines and provide all-gender bathrooms in all buildings in the University. We believe gender-segregated bathrooms create uncomfortable and potentially dangerous situations for trans* and gender-variant presenting people. We believe gender-segregated bathrooms reinforce trans* invisibility at Wesleyan.”
The manifesto was signed by an anonymous group “Pissed Off Trans* People,” and the group provided manifestos and all-gender signs available for download online. The materials soon had over 200 downloads and many students outside of the original group were participating on their own.
The charges stem from one incident in the student center when a university employee stopped a group of five students suspected of degendering two restrooms. From this moment on things got confusing. Only three of the five students have been brought up on charges and face disciplinary consequences. These three students are being singled out for punishment because of their visibility in the LGBTQ community and are being forced to carry the weight of all degendering activism on campus this semester.
#1 THE PEOPLE I LOVE at both of my homes.From now on I will never, not even for an instant, take for granted the quality people, activities, and education that I have in my life. Mom, brother, sister, I love you of course. WESLEYAN, you’re a utopia of absolutely beautiful people and endless opportunity in every sense.
#2 My Various Electronics. My Soundsticks (playing music loudly), and my DROID (for my Flosstradamas Climax remix morning alarm, Transformers text alert tone, and Tweeting on the go).
#3 Room and House Parties. Beer pong. A comfortable place for people to come and go as they please, where you also don’t get kicked out of at 9:50PM.
#4. Salad green mixes, real bacon, and real steak. Organic, grass-fed, fatty, spicy, delicious. Assign these adjectives to the correct item in bold.
#5. Good beer.This Japanese shit is weird. Sorry Ma, I know you like it. IPA’s, even PBR. Coronas are holding me together for the time being.
I’ve never been sicker for longer in my life. Dis was some serious food poisoning shiz. Or something like that. Point being, during the course of the week, I cried for no reason at times — what in hindsight was probably because of stomach pain and spontaneous muscle aches I no longer registered, as well as having absolutely no energy to do anything else. I went to a single class, stayed in bed for two days straight, and kept nothing in my stomach for six. I could tell something was actually wrong when I didn’t even want to drink anything for a week, weekend included.* I ate a jar of Nutella, and I am certain that Pocari Sweat kept me alive.
By Friday, when I was #defeated and admitted I needed to go to the doctor because I was still not better, I almost cried at several points during that day when I was contemplating going to the CIE to get a translator to go to the doctor with me. I didn’t want to admit that I wasn’t okay. And I don’t like when people show concern for my health/well-being. Cause I’m fairly certain it triggers unrelated but yet-to-be-resolved personal issues that when I’m not entirely healthy the thought of essentially going to someone and telling them that I’m Not Okay breaks me down ridiculously easily. Because “deep down” I’m admitting to something else, though no one on the outside knows that. But I do. And it hurts. But only in such moments. So the point at which I could actually get myself to go to the CIE was in the evening on Friday, when I could just casually ask to see a doctor, because I felt almost entirely physically better. The whole doctor ordeal was just an entirely different scene, and I don’t care to review that again. (Prior post makes reference.)
TBD if I have trichinosis.
*You can’t say you’re honestly surprised that this sentence was asterisked. Okay, so I had one glass of wine on Friday night. But by then I was doing alright minus my stomach. So whatever.
#1 FOOD. Anything and everything about it, before I take up 100 slots with the various kinds of sustenance that make up my favorite culinary nationality.
#2 High-functioning old people. They’re actually mobile and human.
#3 Drinking Culture. Bein’ legal, beer vending machines, no open container laws.
#4 Public Transportation. For its convenience, timeliness, and cleanliness.
#5-Way Recycling. Seriously. This is my kind of shit.
#6 Everyone being so trendy
#7 A society with a heightened sense of self-awareness and camaraderie. Always willing to help you out to the extreme extent, to the point of discomfort.
#8 Walking as a major form of transportation
some much needed comic relief.
On the continuum of “happy” to “sad”, I have become rather suspicious that the happy end is a sort of “pot of gold at the end of the rainbow” deal, so you can’t actually get all the way over there.
GROW UP and learn your place in life.
They’re turning the whole thing into sausages. 700 lb. of sausages. That’s legitimately likely the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard.