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Haven’t been on much but wanted to blow off some steam.  I have been deeply disappointed by some of my classmates tonight.

For those of you who don’t know, I am in and MSW program (Master’s of Social Work).  And some of the core values of social work is diversity and social justice.

Tonight, two of my male classmates decided to change the intent of our class facebook page.  They changed it from an inclusive page of sharing of personal and professional, into their own personal ‘social page’ complete with tags such as drinking, drunk and shots. They also deleted a bunch of links that were shared by various classmates about books or articles or events that pertained to social work and education. In the name of ‘being social’.

They have also somewhat put down many female students that have objected to this change and complained that one of our text books ‘puts down men’ when it is clearly about the empowerment of women and says very little about men at all.

I really expected more out of these people.  We have been classmates for over a year and they are suppose to be future social workers.  Yet they obviously have some unresolved issues in regards to gender equality.  And are apparently subscribing to the idea that the only respectable way to have fun and be social is to get shitfaced.

One of them is the original creator of the facebook page and so he has the right to change it how ever he pleases.  But I also have the right to be upset and disappointed in the changes he has made.

It’s just disheartening.  Of all the people in the world, you’d think social workers would be striving towards being inclusive and appreciating various walks of life.


I’m not a misandrist, but a few quick questions:

If men can’t even make their own sandwiches, why are they allowed to make bills in congress?

If men can’t control their own sexual urges, why are they allowed to control nations?

If a woman’s legs/shoulders are enough to distract a man, how can we trust them to stay focused on things like open heart surgery or judging a murder trial?

Again not a misandrist, some of my best friends are guys and i’m even dating one.

The words use to flow out like a flood,

Like poison,

That could no longer be contained from within,

Burning hot like acid, sweet and soft as satin

And now again I write

But age has tarnished the flow

Loss is not so sharp

As a knife

But dull and agonizing

Like a worm slowly eating its way out

How do I describe

Where have my words gone?

The flow, the spew

The freedom of

A sheet of paper

Endless sheets of paper

And boxes filling a closet



Still I feel loss

I remember

A kiss

A dance

A moment in the dark

When a spark flew out

Then a moment alone

A thousand miles

On the sun

On the water

And I remembered

It was a choice

To love

To grieve

To hurt

To heal

And in a hot summer night

A moment

That lasted an eternity

I sat and stared over the water

At the place my world began again

And I remembered

There is no One

There is no us

There is no me

And the poison

Slipped away from me

I stood in glorious heat and light

In breeze and dark

I am alive

I have choice

And loss was never so sweet

Or bitter

As the night on the water

When I chose

You were wrong

So my practicum is already super stressful and I haven’t even started yet.  There is a complete lack of communication with this organization… and I’m about to devote 10+ hrs a week to it on top of my 40 work week and my 3 to 5 hours of class a week, plus homework…. and commuting… and ughh….

If I can just get through this day there are 5 maybe 6 hours of uninterrupted Mass Effect this evening….

I think I may be proof that IQ tests don’t work.  I scored in the genius range but I still can’t figure out how to wrap a gift without it looking like a 3 year old did it.

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