The morning after...

I wrote this Friday, January 30 while in my 8am class...

It was really hard for me to get up for class this morning. Dealing with this BS at Pepperdine (see last entry) really is discouraging. It makes me question, why am I even here? Why am I getting in debt to finance my education at a school that only sees me as a statistical benefit? Only helping them reach their admission quotas. I had full rides almost EVERYWHERE else…but I wanted to come to Pepperdine. Hmph.

Once you get here, you’re hit with soooo many adversities. From day one, I’ve felt like I had to prove myself to my peers, teachers, and administrators. I was stereotyped big time, and only recently am I climbing out of the boxes they placed me in. Students at other universities around the nation just don’t realized how blessed they are to be able to freely embrace their cultures without constant justification. EVERY idea we (BSA) have, every program we plan, EVERYTHING we do- we’re asked how we think the campus will react. Administrators want to be careful not to upset the trust fund kids, the Board of Directors’ grandchildren, the wealthy, spoiled, out-of-touch with reality students that make up the majority at this institution. Do they ever stop to think how we (the minority) might react/benefit/suffer from their decisions? NO! That’s why the Student Programming Board (SPB) plans events catering to the interest of the majority….always! Even for Black History Month, we didn’t get a culturally inspired/specific event on the calendar. OK. Maybe the 2 black movies... But that’s it. Pepp keeps saying they want to do better….but it’s all lies man.

I do believe that my steps are ordered, and that I was placed at Pepperdine for a reason. I just can’t see what that reason is at this point. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I’m tired of being trampled and looked over…in programming, in funding, in the classroom, in Housing.

May 2nd can’t come fast enough!!!!!