I am also so inspired, humbled, and moved by the beautiful love the Smith community has expressed in the past two days. This is truly an incredible place, and I am honored to call myself a Smithie. Honored.
But I am so frustrated. I keep reading the praise, the excitement, the love…
This this this.
I brought this up at brunch today and was shot down by almost everyone at the table. And I wanted to keep talking. But I didn’t. No one wanted to hear it.
Because this is still a place where no one wants to hear what the community college transfer has to say;
Or because this is not a place that has made me assertive and strong and a good public speaker.
or because I do not have those qualities personally;
Because I don’t now nor have I ever given two shits about the prestige of my school;
because all I ever wanted out of my old snooty cashmere and pearls college is tradition and amazing friends (both of which I have gotten;)
Because if I hadn’t gotten into Smith or MoHo, I’d probably be at a CUNY right now. Fuck I’d probably actually already have my BA.
Because there is nothing fucking wrong with going to a CUNY, a UC, a CC, UMASS, because I have spent every day of my time at smith hearing people talk about their friends from high school who are at less prestigous schools somewhat dismissivley…
Fuck the outrage from smithies upset that Spurzem thinks they couldn’t get into Harvard when they totally did;
Fuck the outrage from smithies with 3.9 gpas and perfect SAT scores;
fuck the complete lack of outrage from my strong assertive briliant peers:
that most people in college aren’t at Smith, Harvard, Mount Holyoke, Swarthmore, Amherst, Princeton, Wellesley, Duke,
and most people aren’t in college
fuck your “an MA is the new BA” beliefs.
Something like 40% of Nyers don’t graduate from HS in four years (depending on who you ask, I am one of them;)
Of those that do, most aren’t prepared for college. Need remedial classes at “just” the public universities.”
Fuck your outrage that someone thinks you aren’t smart enough for Harvard. Fuck your need to prove it to them. Fuck your ironic cashmere and pearls;
You’re wearing the real ones under your band T-shirt and undercut.