I went through some of the craziest shit at Wellesley (no, really) you would not believe the types of people I met and places I was asked to go psychologically, emotionally, and intellectually. You pay a price for being smarter than your classmates there. So PLAY DUMB. WHENEVER POSSIBLE. It makes them think they’re smarter than you which helps their egos—which is all they’re used to and all they could ever care about! You know who talks a LOT of shit? All of my friends. A lot of shit. About me. About everyone. To my face. They don’t know the meaning of a true friendship and THAT is why I was so unhappy there. SO UNHAPPY.
Give me my home or a library and some books ANY DAY over that rat’s nest of an experience. I’m not ungrateful but I’m just saying had respect been a minimum, I could’ve gotten more done. You never heard of six inches for the holy spirit? How about six feet for social distancing? Six continents?
But I digress.
What happens to carbon under pressure and over time? A diamond forms. I’m a mothafekkin diamond, y’all!
But the truth is, I already was a Child of God, long before Wellesley ever tried to take the credit for it. Took meeting lots of other people who kick with the other foot to recognize it.
Erika
