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14 April 2009 @ 05:16 pm
 I'm not having such a good day.  I could use hugs and snuggles.  

I'm tired and I miss laughing.

I'm nervous and excited about my interview on Tuesday.  I means a great deal to me but I'm afraid I'm not going to be good enough.  I'm already feeling insignificant and incompetent enough.

*sigh*  This has actually been a really good term and it was nice to see my family for Easter.  I'm just having a bad day, it seems.  It happens.
 
 
06 December 2008 @ 04:07 pm
Drivel )
 
 
23 November 2008 @ 04:16 am
 I'm procrastinating again.  As this essay gets closer and closer to being done, it's getting harder and harder to focus.  It's not due for another 22 hours...

So obviously I'm going to post on LJ.  *rolls eyes*  I don't make sense even to myself sometimes.

But I've been supremely distracted all evening despite the fact that I sat down at around 6 to write this horrible essay.  The focusing thing is not working well.

But the rest of my life (i.e. outside of class) is going really well and that's making me really happy.  I haven't felt this way about someone in a long time and I've never been treated this well.  And I'm not doing the freaking-out thing; quite to the contrary - I'm happy and comfortable and excited every time I get to see him.  *prrr*    

Although I've still got the insomnia.  Ick.

Okay, I should probably put a stop to this entry since it seems to be a conglomeration of a whole pile of random thoughts that make little sense.  Hopefully my essay is considerably better than this.
 
 
16 November 2008 @ 03:32 am
 It's been a long time since I've been simply content.  Dartmouth usually screws with my brain in ways that are not conducive to being healthy.  After this summer, which did me a lot of good, and certain happenings this term, despite having 40 or so pages of essays to write for the end of term, I find myself really happy.  Not the ecstatic-manic happiness that I sometimes get (generally eventually accompanied by depressive episodes when the ecstatic moment breaks), but a deep, balanced sort of content.  I'm still stressed about school, worried about my friends, and entirely over-analyzing my own life, but I feel more balanced and able to deal with the world than I have in a long time.  

I read back through some of my old posts today and was surprised by a couple things:
1) I'm actually finding some of the things that I want in life (well, this I already knew - I just forgot that I'd already talked about said things, a long time ago.  It's like the day I found a list I made in high school of things that I want to do with my life and realized that I had done almost everything on the list.)
2) I'm really silly and need to chill out (okay, I already knew this too, but it's always useful to remind myself of that little tidbit.)

Anyways, it's late and I need sleep.


 
 
22 June 2008 @ 07:35 pm
I'm here safe and sound (although the flights were torture - both were delayed, one by so long that the FSD people gave and decided not to wait any longer, bought me a bus ticket and left it there but then by the time I got there the bus had already gone so I had to take a car...anywho, felt like death yesterday). Today I'm feeling very well and very excited about just about everything (woo honeymoon phase of culture shock!) although last night I was all mopey, tired, and homesick.

A few observations:

1) There are TONS of dogs in the streets. Everywhere. They keep following us around. I think even they know we're foreigners. It's really sad. There was one yesterday that had a huge gash on its neck. But it looked like a stray...

2) We stick out. Badly. Can't figure out exactly what it is yet, but the people stare.

3) I like the other interns but they aren't quite as concerned as I am about fitting in. But then again they are lest pessimistic (I would say aware but that presupposed that my observations are realistic which might not be true, especially since a lot of my views on the subject spring from conversations with Andrew and he's considerably more perceptive than your average bear) about the difficulty being able to do so. I just wish they'd stop speaking English loudly in public!

4) Vos is not that difficult to use. You just have to remember to use it instead of tú. That's the hard bit.

5) y = ll = sh

6) Castellano means something different here than in Spain. (Same with joder and coger but those are more vulgar and less politically interesting.)

7) My Spanish skills are good enough that I can understand what is going on and communicate! This makes me happy. I was worried; it's been a while since I've spoken this much Spanish (and the last time I did so - Spain - ended HORRIBLY and I was afraid that I'd have negative feelings attached to the language. I don't though. It just makes me very happy.).

8) The city is on a perfect number grid system so even with my horrible sense of direction it is really easy to find stuff and impossible to get lost. Huzzah!

Outside of that, a final note 9) noncommittally dating your ex-boyfriend during break is fun. Just make sure it's equally noncommittal on both sides. Ooops.

*besos* from Argentina.
 
 
05 June 2008 @ 08:01 am
1) Writing with other people around is a lot more enjoyable than locking myself in my room alone. Also a lot less likely to make me go entirely nuts.

2) Same goes for writing a paper without a pressing deadline.

3) Cute boys studying in next-door study rooms are a good motivation to continue studying (in one place). But are also a distraction.

4) It's 8:02 am. Do you know where your slippers are?
 
 
Current Mood: Nuts
 
 
04 June 2008 @ 10:13 pm
I don't rail against all the wrongs in the world; in fact, I don't even notice most of the things that people deem "horrible wrongs" in our society.

I guess this just means that since I don't notice - and rail against - unchangeable inconveniences that I contribute to the problem. Also, it makes for a lousy inventor - I just adapt to the inconveniences and don't think about them again.

This makes me a horrible, socially irresponsible person. And also, happy.
 
 
Current Mood: moody
 
 
24 May 2008 @ 06:01 pm
Well, I think it's about time the term ended. I'm done. I'm sick of work to the point of not caring. I almost don't want to do a thesis any more because it's already eating my soul and killing my self esteem. But then again I REALLY do want to do one... Oh well. And I've had enough drama, awkward situations, and questions of morality and immorality. I want to go home. And I want to go to Argentina. I want to go away. I'm so done. There are some people I will miss desperately. But I don't think I will miss Dartmouth. It used to be good for me, but I'm leaving this term with more wounds than I'd imagined I could...

Please...
 
 
15 May 2008 @ 11:11 pm
Being told you are loved and that someone believes in you can mean so very much sometimes...
 
 
15 May 2008 @ 03:53 pm
Wow  
So I just realized where I am. There are baby grand pianos in just about every dorm cluster. And if there's not a baby grad, there is an upright.
 
 
Current Mood: sick
 
 
12 May 2008 @ 10:41 am
So yesterday was really looking up. The horrible haze of work-induced depression had lifted slightly by midnight and I had a very nice early morning getting one of the best back rubs of my life. I had gotten a lot (though not everything I'd wanted) done and today I was supposed to manage to finish it all. But that was before the Dartmouth Classics Department decided to beat me down with a large stick. It's frustrating to be told: pick something you're really interested in. Oh, wait, you have? Well, nobody here is interested in it so try again! Also, REALLY do some research this time. Oh wait, you have? And neglected everything else in the process? Well, maybe you're just plain not good enough, then.

*sigh* I understand what is going on. They really don't want people who aren't sure they want to do a thesis doing one and this is part of the weeding-out process. It's rough though because what they're taking away from me is not only the outside instruction - which I perfectly understand - but also the encouragement that has always been what I live off of. Nobody has ever said to me, "well, maybe you just can't cut it." And there's part of me that is cowering in a corner afraid that they're right, that I just can't do it, that I've finally reached that ceiling I always knew was there somewhere. And part of me is angry and unconvinced and wants to prove them wrong. I really hope I can make that part of me take over in the next couple days. I need to really kick my butt into gear. I've spent so much time already working - on all the different projects I've got going - but I guess I just need to get going even more.

Shoot me now.


Addendum: I complain, but I know that it actually is good for me; I'll come out of it a stronger person. It's a new challenge to face and that helps me grow. But growing pains, by definition, are painful.
 
 
Current Mood: disheartened
 
 
11 May 2008 @ 06:17 pm
Mi fa tanto male il cuore - tanto, tanto male. Ho appena finito di vedere questo film in italiano, "Pane e cioccolatta," ed io pensavo che sarebbe stato un film felice e comico! È stato comico, sì, ma felice no. Adesso solo voglio piangere. Perché ci provo? Perché? Ogni volta mi ritrovo con la domanda chi so'? Non è una domanda a cui penso molto perché mi fa male. Perché non so esattamente la risposta. Qualche volta, sì, ma ci sono dei tempi, come adesso, che non lo so. Voglio continuare questa vita che ce l'ho qua a Dartmouth? Mi fa tanto depressa... Non voglio scrivere più. No. Voglio vivere, non passare tutto il mio tempo nella mia stanza cercando fonti d'informazione su cose che non importano a nessuno. A chi se ne frega quando l'insegnamento del latino è cominciato ad essere basato nella traduzione? Veramente A CHI SE NE FREGA? A me, no. Cosa faccio con la mia vita? Io non sono contenta così, sempre sequestrata nella bibliotecca o nella mia stanza... Voglio scappare. Ma, a dove?

La mia parte italiana è molto più depressa e cinica di quell'americana...
 
 
05 May 2008 @ 05:25 pm
Why can't I leave old wounds well enough alone? I should know better than to go ripping them open again. They just bleed and ache.

Yesterday was the day of the ex-boyfriends. One of them e-mailed me and that made me miss him and then he said missed me which made me miss him even more but it's impossible... And I had to explain the situation concerning another of my ex-boyfriends to another one of his ex-girlfriends which wasn't as awkward as it sounds but thinking back on our relationship - even though it ended kind of badly - made me a bit nostalgic. I'm perfectly fine and happy being single (which is a relatively new thing for me), but I do miss these people who at one point were such a big part of my life...

Oh and then I had to explain the worst moment of my life to three strangers this morning. Woo.
 
 
Current Mood: lonely
 
 
01 May 2008 @ 06:18 pm
I handed in the large projects that were weighing down on me which felt really good and I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It's still as if there is some sort of gauze between me and my normal self, but it's much thinner and not made out of lead sinkers now. I think I just need sleep. It's a relief of sorts to know that my recent condition has been largely on account of stress from work and school - I'm glad it's not a lasting depression. It also means, though, that I need to be careful about keeping up with work and not letting things pile up.

Before I begin, a note on language: I use several controversial terms in this. I am an advocate for victims of sexual assault. As such, it is my job to believe that which a survivor tells me - it is not my job to judge the veracity of what she says. As such, if a survivor tells me that such-and-such did something, he is, to me, a perpetrator. I know the law considers him "innocent until proven guilty" but I am not an agent of the law and I stand on the survivor's side. In addition to this, I do use gendered pronouns. I acknowledge that perpetrators are not always male (and I am very far from EVER saying that all men are potential perpetrators. I VERY strongly believe that that is NOT true.) nor that victims are always female. I use gendered pronouns because it is the easiest way to avoid awkward he/she constructions or repetition. I apologize if my pronoun use has bothered you.

SAPA training is much harder emotionally than I had anticipated. We did role playing today and that affected me MUCH more than I'd anticipated - I've done role playing before, but this was different. My partner complemented me on my acting - but the reason it was so good is that it wasn't acting, really. I'd internalized the scenario so quickly and to such a point that I almost broke out in tears. A feeling of powerlessness and confusion and frustration took me over and I still haven't been able to entirely shake it. And pronouns are very confused; when I'm consciously trying to, I know to use the third person because it was only a scenario but the moment I stop thinking about that specifically and focusing on any of the details it goes straight to "I." Perhaps it's insignificant, but linguist that I am, I pay attention to it. Training etc. has brought out so many questions - about my life, about my feelings on certain subjects - and has also made me profoundly angry. The system we live in does not help survivors. If anything, it helps and breeds perpetrators. The court system is Hell, plain and simple. Gender stereotypes create unhealthy power dynamics. And the most frustrating thing of all, the thing that makes me even more angry: I can't figure out a way to make it better.

I understand apathy. There are causes that, while I have an opinion on them, I do not advocate for - simply because I do not have the time or energy to do that and to advocate for those things that I feel really strongly about - and also to live my own life. Perhaps it is selfish but I do need some time for what I want to do - outside of social advocacy. That's why I can't be as angry as Rebel about the small turn out for things like the march. I also see, however, that apathy is a major part of the problem - if everyone said NO! this is not okay, yes, we'll support survivors, things would be significantly different. But how to make people take up this cause as their own? I didn't become an activist in this area until something happened to someone I cared about.

Perhaps two of the most worthwhile and yet frustrating and infuriating things that I've done here at Dartmouth has been going through peer advisor training (SAPA and EDPA). They present two very serious issues with some very serious societal issues that really have no good or easy solution. It's been difficult to see my friends go though things and know - at least academically - a lot of the challenges they are going to face because of whichever issue they are dealing with. It infuriates me further to think of the way society and bureaucracy both team up to screw them over further - as if they weren't having enough of a hard time dealing with their issues.

The court system when it comes to sexual assault possibly does more harm than help - even if a guilty verdict is returned. The survivor has to relive the act over and over and over to many different people, some of whom will be doing their best to discredit them. And then with the verdict, it's almost as if they are being ruled on just like the perpetrator: guilty means she is allowed to feel violated and that it was the perpetrator's fault, not hers; not guilty, however, takes away any possibility of validation through court proceedings and is basically society slapping her across the face saying either "you deserved it" or "are you suuuuuuure that you didn't ask for it?" And to state the totally obvious: it is not her fault ever. Nobody asks to be raped.

That's another thing - the word "rape." "Sexual assault" is what I've been hearing all about. People don't use the word "rape." Say it out loud. It's an ugly word - harsh and abrupt and almost suggestive of a ripping noise. No, much better to say "sexual assault." That's not ugly. And it steers us away from the really violent, negative connotations of "rape." You know what I think? I think it should be screamed at the top of our lungs: RAPE. It IS an ugly topic. It's painful and violent and horrible. "Sexual assault" lets us distance ourself. "Rape" does not. Part of the apathy problem is that people allow themselves to be distanced from the raw emotion of the issue. I understand the counter arguments, why "sexual assault" might be a better term in some cases, etc. but I can also see - I can feel even in myself - that people do not react the same way to a "rape" as to a "sexual assault."

The same thing I said about the court system goes for the COS - except there is more. If you go through a COS hearing, a packet of information is put together with your statement, the perpetrator's statement, and any other statements. This packet is given to both the survivor and the perpetrator and then anything can happen to that packet. While in court cases at least the identity of the victim is kept confidential, that is not the case with the COS. That packet, once it has been handed out, cannot be controlled and there is nothing keeping the perpetrator from disclosing any or all of the information - and on a campus this small, that can be explosive. As if that wasn't bad enough, if the decision of the COS is "responsible" (not "guilty," just "responsible" - and worse, if the COS finds for the defendant, he is "not responsible," implying - however unintentionally - either that the victim IS responsible or that nothing happened, entirely invalidating the victim's experience. And "not responsible" verdicts are fairly common. AND they want to raise the burden of proof to "beyond a reasonable doubt."), if the decision of the COS is "responsible" then the perpetrator can turn around and sue not only the college but also the victim. In recent history (at least the past 10 years, likely more), no perpetrator has won his case, but it still drags out the process even further and adds addition undue stress on the victim. NO WONDER so few cases (25 in the past 10 years! That's less than 3 cases a year. Rape is much more common than that here. IT HAPPENS HERE.) are ever brought to the COS.

College bureaucracy - and not only issues related to sexual assault - is making me furious. I know that in the end it's usually got students' health and safety at heart, but it is also entirely too worried about being sued. They are currently interfering in the life of a friend of mine and it's making me angry. But I will hold my tongue about that case in respect for the privacy of said friend.

If you know how to change any of this, I'm open to suggestions.

Just do me a favor? Rape jokes are not okay. And take care of yourself. Please.
 
 
Current Mood: distressed
 
 
27 April 2008 @ 02:26 pm
Nothing I do is right, is it? Whatever I do, someone will have a criticism or overreaction or something negative. At least the situation last night didn't go as far or as horribly as it could have. I'm glad of that. I'm still very angry, though, and I fear that that relationship is permanently damaged.

Prescriptivists are not my cup of tea. And I'm not just talking about linguistic ones.

Kevin makes amazing paper airplanes.
 
 
Current Mood: hunted
 
 
21 April 2008 @ 01:43 pm
Ick.  
*sigh* I knew it would get here eventually, or at least I think I knew it...

I have entirely too much to do and I'm overwhelmed. So overwhelmed in fact, that I don't even know where to begin and so every time I think about getting stuff done, I spend entirely too long worrying about all the stuff I need to do and while worrying even more stuff piles up and I get even more overwhelmed. I've slept enough but I'm still exhausted and I'm really irritable and I feel guilty about it. I'm not hungry but I keep munching. And the impromptu visit home this weekend was really the last thing I needed...

*sigh* I don't feel well...
 
 
Current Mood: Overwhelmed
 
 
17 April 2008 @ 02:06 am
So easy to say.
Much harder to mean.
Very powerful or also powerless.
Not said nearly enough, especially when it's important.
Really painful when it's not said.
And sometimes when it's most important to be heard, it's not offered.
Should one expect a thank you?
Sometimes.
Should one thank those who help them?
Yes.
Sometimes it takes time for one to be able to say it though...
And sometimes one never reaches that point...
And I can't say it for you.


I wish there was more that I could do. I always wish there was more I could do.


(Disclaimer: THIS IS NOT A POEM. It might look like one, but it's just a list of thoughts. So if you thought it was my sad attempt at poetry, no. If it were a poem it would be much worse.)

There are a couple people I miss so much right now that it tears my heart out.

I can't stand the mood swings. And the anxiety and fidgetiness. Meetings sucked because I couldn't sit still calmly.
 
 
Current Mood: exhausted
 
 
15 April 2008 @ 12:44 am
Why  
We danced to the credits and laughed all the way home.

Why is it that life always gets in the way?
 
 
Current Mood: Missing someone.
 
 
12 April 2008 @ 11:44 pm
As I continue my search for the faith that best fits my beliefs, I continue discovering just how much Catholicism has influenced my life - and up until very recently I hadn't the slightest idea. I've known for a long time that I have a very conservative set of personal morals about my own comportment but it has not been until recently that I have identified a large portion of those morals with Catholic morals. My conception of what services are - down to the vocabulary concerning them - is VERY Catholic.

It's ironic because I went to a Catholic Mass last week and learned that I am not - at least in terms of my beliefs - Catholic, despite having been baptized Catholic and sharing a lot of morals with that church. It will be strange to try to adjust to a less rigid service. There are some bits of Catholicism that I do like - a very standard Mass is one of those.

Well, we'll see what I think of the Episcopalian service tomorrow...
 
 
12 April 2008 @ 03:44 pm
Within the past 2 months, I've come up against 3 very different (I think?) types of fears, and each of them has taught me something new about myself.

1. Fear of getting into a relationship. Not that new; has happened several times before; been working on getting over this one for a while. Just thought I'd list it for good measure.

2. Fear of men. This one is almost entirely subconscious and manifests itself mostly in my dreams and visceral responses to the people around me. Most of you who read this know the situation surrounding me and as such can understand where this is coming from. It is strange that it has affected me so much; it didn't happen to me and yet I'm still afraid. I'm very aware of my surroundings and the way I deal with my male friends has changed subtly and I've become a lot more circumspect in my actions. The nightmares are the strangest of all, though - there's just a menacing male presence that I can't escape. I was never afraid like this before. (To those guy friends of mine who read this, don't worry about it. It's not something that I want to feed and I am doing my best to dispel myself of it and you shouldn't change at all for it.)

3. The fear of being on my own. I recently got accepted to my internship in Argentina for the summer and I'm really excited. Of all the places I could go, Argentina currently has the most draw for me. I'm afraid, though, of what will happen when I get down there. Travel and I have a very interesting history and I'm afraid that I will panic again, or become seriously depressed again. We'll see. Hopefully working with children and living with a host family will help cure me of any serious symptoms of culture shock and loneliness.
 
 
 
 

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