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My obligatory Social Justice Whining blog is Justifying Justice



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So we have an Italian exchange student at our school. And he and I were hanging out and he saw a pony, and he tried to show me but he didn’t know what it was called so he just pointed at it and said “Look, the compressed horse.” 

And then he just grinned at his complete understanding of the English language.  

My little compressed horse
I used to wonder what friendliness could be
My little compressed horse
Until you gave me a dictionary

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My sister also had a fair point on college and what it meant to her/why she isn’t going to school. My parents always told us that we -needed- to go to college; that, without that piece of paper, we’d never get anywhere in life. Throughout our academic careers, they constantly reminded us that we needed to go to college for something.

Around the time we graduated and started attending community college, my sister started taking fewer and fewer classes until one day she straight up stopped going to classes and focused more on working full time at her job. When my parents started asking her about it, she stopped them both and said, “Look. I have no idea what I want to do with my life right now. I’m 20 years old, I’ve lived in three different states in the past 2 years, I like working, and more importantly why should I waste time and money taking classes for things I don’t want to do? Wouldn’t it make more sense to work and build toward making my own life so I can figure out what I WANT to do first before racking up debt in the pursuit of it?”

And they both just looked at each other like, “Damn. I had never thought of it that way.” And it just struck me as odd because it’s like… Half of these guys knew what they wanted to do for the rest of their lives because they were given the freedom to fuck about and figure that stuff out. Society nowadays demands we need to know exactly what we want to do with ourselves by the time we’re 17, if not younger. That’s some fucked pressure.

Fucked up indeed.