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Open house last semester I swear over three families asked if they had to bring their own mattresses.
I don’t want to hear it ! I’m Graduating damn it !
Be kind to yourself. Stop telling yourself that whatever you are struggling with “should” be easy. If something is hard for you, it is hard for you. There are probably Reasons, though those may just be how you are wired. Acknowledge these things. When you finish something hard, be proud! Celebrate a little.
And really, just stop saying “should” to yourself about your thoughts and feelings in any context. You feel how you feel. The things in your head are the things in your head. You can’t change either directly through sheer force of will. You can only change what you do. Stop beating yourself up for who and what you are right now–it isn’t productive. Focus on moving forward.
My research deals with the intergenerational transmission of trauma through the holocaust in the Jewish culture and how it relates to Jewish identity It is funny, people always say that you chose research on something that we have a connection too, in a more spiritual sense i think perhaps we do research on something that we need closure or an explanation for. Regardless, my research has given me the chance to reflect not only on my culture/religion but also on how the history of my family has affected me a person. As many American Jews, my genology has been fragmented and vauge, I know that I am from Russia and romania and Hungarian. Yet, where my ancestors lived, what they did, who they maried and if they moved to America are all unknown. I am in part an orphan to the my past, disjointed by the shadows of evil and unknown. Through this academic journey, I have learned or more so confirms that five of the nine children of my father’s great grandparents were killed while in Russia as a result of them being Jewish. although it has always been assumed that the ancestors of my parents who did not immigrate were all killed, learning that they were actually murdered has a very different feeling. I guess I was not expecting it, but it feels almost like heaviness in my heart. Which seems strange to have such an emotional reaction towards these almost strangers whose names are unknown, pictures and faces unseen and stories untold. I guess it is just further showing or reaffirming that the trauma is still there. Regardless, I am excited for the rest of research and am excited for the rest of this journey both academically and personally.
im pretty sure bromance is the perfect example of how embarrassingly fragile masculinity is. you know what a female bromance is called? a friendship
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Today was pretty good day. Finished my ess poster (one of my professors said she was proud) class was canceled for tomorrow, we had elections for a full eboard..finally, the sga approved our bill for the money (finally again). Two of my residents gounded a club on campus for the empowerment of minority women, ehivh I am so beyond proud of. I go to their meetings and help as I can, but I really just enjoy watching them develope this org as fredhmen, I cant wsit to see whst they do by the time theh are upperclassmen. Anywayd, they made me an honorary black person. Or at least the nin white person haha. It made me proud lol. Also during the meeting the girls were discussing hbc’s and how they wanted to transfer and I like umm no you not leaving until I graduate one of the older girls was like ohhh… momma said no. Lol it was sweet. Im so glad I am able to help them because they have helped me in so many ways its the least I can do. Ugh im so tired I hope this made sense, I love my job, I love my club, I love my school. So thankful <3
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