janersm: (anna paquin: golden globes)
posted by [personal profile] janersm at 01:05am on 22/10/2011 under , , ,

Before you ever argue against a movement, it is best to understand what it is that movement stands for. It is also best to understand how that movement’s stance applies to you. A prime example of this is the “We Are the 99%” Movement and the backlash amongst some people.

First of all, people need to understand what the movement is about. Almost one month before the protests began on Wall Street, a blog on Tumblr began with people explaining how financial situations were impacting their lives. It was done in a very simple way, with an image of them holding up a note. Like many things on the internet, especially on Tumblr, it spread like wildfire and became a protest slogan.

The movement is not about being lazy. It is not about whining. It is not about being uneducated or being parasites. It is not about thinking that people deserve more than they get. It is simply about how people making up the movement are sick of being ignored by those who hold the power, aka the money, in the country.

The terminology regarding this movement is not new.  It has been around quite a while.  The wealthiest one percent became a catchphrase in the 2000 Presidential candidate debates. In 2006, Jamie Johnson, heir to the Johnson & Johnson fortune, made a documentary called “The One Percent” and showed the growing disparity in wealth amongst the citizens of America. It was also mentioned by Nobel a laureate and Columbia University economics Professor Joseph Stiglitz in a Vanity Fair article in May of 2011.

So if this disparity is nothing new, then maybe we should take a better look at what the disparity actually is. The richest one percent of Americans (aka those making over one million dollars) now take home around twenty-four percent of the income in this country, which is up drastically from the almost 9 percent that it was at in 1976. This means that the United States has more unequal distribution of wealth than countries like Nicaragua, Venezuela, China, and India; countries we seem to generally pretend like we are better than. The countries that we are closest to, when it comes to the disparity, are Russia and Iran. In 1986, the wealthiest Americans made up 12 percent of the population and thirty-three percent of the overall wealth of the country. Now, it is one percent with forty percent of the country’s wealth. In 1980, the C.E.O.’s of the largest American companies made 42 times more than the average worker. By 2001, the C.E.O.’s made 531 times as much. (In Europe, this difference is currently at 25:1.) The 299 CEOs of companies listed on the S&P 500 Index made a combined $3.4 billion per year. That amount alone could pay for incomes for 102,325 average American jobs. And between 1980 and 2005, more than four-fifths of the total increase in incomes in American went to the richest one percent. The current disparity of wealth rivals that of the Depression era.

Now, this change in income might have been more ignored if 9/11, and the subsequent Bush tax cuts, recession, and various economic recovery packages (bailouts) hadn’t come into play. The tax cuts didn’t just go to those in the lower income brackets, they also went to the most affluent Americans. The justification was that the lessened tax burden would create new jobs and stimulate the economy. We now have 9.6% unemployment, a number that is slowly getting better, and this is still the justification being used by many within the Republican and other fiscally conservative political parties and organizations. It seems that if the tax breaks on the wealthy stimulated job growth, then they would have done so already.

But this is not the belief shared by those promoting the taxes. Instead, some want to cancel programs, like Social Security and unemployment, that benefit the lower income brackets. Others, like Herman Cain, want to increase taxes on the lower income brackets, while decreasing taxes on the upper brackets. Putting more of the country’s financial burden on the poorer citizens is not right. These are people who cannot afford to pay more in taxes, which one might think would be obvious to those proposing the taxes, but is apparently not. Instead, if the argument is used, then the comments of how increased taxes on the upper echelon is somehow a punishment for being successful. Wouldn’t it counter that increased taxes on the poor is a punishment for not having enough success?

It has been suggested by Robert H. Frank of Cornell University, Adam Seth Levine of Vanderbilt University, and Oege Dijk of the European University Institute that inequality leads to more financial distress. The basis was census data, which showed that places where inequality increased the most also endured the greatest surges in bankruptcies. They compared it to the same kind of behavior that takes place after any windfall, where those with the money go and buy more to show off their wealth, while those right below try to catch up and end up going into too much debt.

Other scholars have found that there are more divorces in areas with rising inequality. It is believed that this is a byproduct of the financial distress. When the families fall apart, people are more likely to become depressed or to develop stress-related health issues.  An increase in divorces can also impact the ability of a child. whose parents are divorcing, to succeed in school.

More studies show that there are even more issues for those who do not make the highest incomes in the country, including health problems of both the mental and physical varieties. People who have lost their job and have trouble finding work for a long period of time end up having lower self-esteem, which makes it even harder for them to get a job. These people then have a harder time with family members and friends, which can lead to their support system slowly (or quickly) disappearing. The less support they have, the harder it will be for them to ever get back on their feet.

Once upon a time, not so long ago, if we wanted to discuss the problems of improper distribution of wealth, we would look to Latin America. Unlike the United States, these countries like Brazil that have had such disparities in the past have worked hard to change their ways. Their work has paid off, while our social inaction has caused our country and our fellow citizens more strife.  So while their economies strengthen, we see ours crumble more and more, but we don’t seem to understand that we are causing our own problems.

Increases of inequality is the flipside of something that we seem to forget: shrinking opportunity. The less opportunity a person has to achieve, the higher the inequality goes. This contributes to a monopoly of power and to special treatment being given to those in power. This keeps our young people from achieving in education and innovation, which causes our country to begin a dangerous path down the road of intellectual and economic stagnation. We become like tarnished silver that never gets polished. The neglect that we apply to our own people ends up causing our country to become less and less impressive and less and less significant of a contributor to the world.

But whenver anyone tries to change this new “norm” terms like “socialist”, “communist”, “Marxist”, or “lazy” get thrown around. People start making comparisons to Stalin and Hitler, but don’t understand that they are applying these terms to the wrong people. The activists become some kind of enemy to the nation, and we pretend that activists have never helped this country in any way. This ignores the fact that the country has reached some of its highest achievements from activism and from challenging the norms.  It also ignores the fact that there are countries where being more fiscally equal has proven to be a benefit to a society rather than an impediment.  And most importantly, it ignores that while we are denigrating the supporters of equality, we are allowing those who are oppressing so many Americans to continue their oppressive ways.

Most members of the House of Representatives and almost all United States Senators are already members of the one percent when they arrive in Congress. They are kept in power by money from the top one percent, and know that if they cater to their fellow one-percenters that they will be greatly rewarded when they leave office. Most policymakers within the trade and economic fields also come from the one percent. And with lobbying gifts and the newer deregulations on campaign donations from companies becoming the norm, it becomes harder and harder for those without enough of the Benjamins to even be heard. It also becomes harder and harder to ever expect a bill that taxes the wealthy fairly because they technically, for lack of a better term, own the country.

And all of this contributes to the dislike of the control from that top one percent by those within the ninety-nine percent movement. Within the movement, people have seen the glorification of the rich and the condemnation of the poor, and it has upset them. And then the disdain from fellow members of the ninety-nine percent has confused them. The members of the movement understand that, regardless of what a person might think, all members of that ninety-nine percent have been negatively impacted by this love fest with that one percent. Whether the impact is in the form of a job, an education, poor environmental controls on pollution,their personal health or the health of a family member, or just a pure lack of opportunity, all members of that 99 percent have been impacted.

Lessening the funding to public schools, for example, leads to teachers losing their jobs. That leads to increased class sizes, which keeps children from getting the individual time with the teacher that is so necessary to get a proper education. It also leads to less attention being paid to any possible learning or behavior problems that might impact a student. These things keep a child from succeeding in the ways that they might have been able to succeed if their school system had been properly funded. By impeding their education at such a young age, their future becomes more and more limited. Children who might have gone on to become doctors, instead might be kept from acheiving higher education or might be forced to drop out of high school. The lack of any degree would cause them to make less and would make it harder for them to get proper training in many fields, which would then impact the productivity of that person and the productivity of the society in general. It would also impact the productivity of future generations that might not be given adequate chances at success because of the failings of previous generations. This would perpetuate very dangerous economic and social cycles that could drastically damage the potential for success that this nation might otherwise have.

When the founders of this nation declared their independence from George III, they based that claim of independence on rights, fairness, and equality. And though there were some who didn’t support total equality and others who had to support less equality because of the social norms of the time, it is unlikely that any ever imagined that this country would become a basic den of iniquity. Our most sacred and basic freedoms and opportunities as Americans have been sold to the highest bidders, turning our country’s leaders into prostitutes. Our country that held such high hopes for so many who sought our shores because of the great “American dream” has become a country where daily it becomes more and more unlikely for a middle-class citizen to ever make it to the top. In fact, it is easier to do so in European countries than it is to do so here.

The same inequalities that triggered some of the protesting in the Arab Spring movements are being visited upon American families at increasing rates, with food prices and costs of living going up and likelihood of adequate employment (particularly among the youth) dwindling. One out of six Americans desiring a full-time job is unable to get one. One out of seven Americans is on food stamps. So few jobs and so little ability to adequately get food makes people angry. I would say ask Gadhafi what happens to societies where this inequality is continuously perpetuated and glorified, but I think we all know what happened there. And it isn’t just the recent Arab Spring stuff or the Occupy Wall Street protests that should wake people up to the possible future that lies before us if we do not change our ways.

Look at the history of this kind of behavior. Look at the French Revolution. Why did that happen? Look at the February Revolution of 1917. Why did the Bolsheviks hold so much of a following? People didn’t just have revolutions because revolting was fun. They did it because their pockets and their bellies were empty. And I am not advocating a violent revolution by saying this, but saying that the justification for a peaceful demonstration pointing out the disparity should not be seen as something unworthy of our attention or concern. I’m also saying that we should look at what we can do to make this country better before anymore families are forced to go hungry or go without heat during the winter or to lose their houses or to lose their jobs.

The protests, whether on the internet or in a public setting, are showing us that we need to change.  We need to realize that the poor are not evil and deserving of disdain.  We need to realize that allowing Americans to go without the basic necessities for life is not justice and is not the thing that a free nation does.  We need to realize that the only way to make the world a better place is to realize that change is a true necessity.  It is not simply a desire of the young and idealistic.  It is an outright need for our country to survive.  Without changing our ways, we repeat the sins of the past that led people and nations to destruction.  That path of destruction is not the path that we should try to be on.  We should be willing to make things better and to not just accept the status quo, because only then will be the country that we set out to be in the 18th century.  Only then will we truly become the America that we were meant to be.

To those who are not in the top one percent of wealth-holders or income-earners but like to pretend that they’re more important than the poorest of the 99%, maybe you should look more closely at things. No matter how well prepared you think you are or how much better you think you are than those protesting or those going hungry, you should never overestimate your own position. You may have enough to make it a while if you lost your job. Most of the newly-impoverished did, too. You may have enough food to not go hungry for a while. Some of the impoverished even had that. But no one is truly prepared for the real burdens of the class warfare that is going on in this country. It isn’t something a person can prepare for. You just have to be aware of where you stand in it, and you have to be willing to side with what is right versus what you think is in your pocket’s best interest.

To those who are in the top 1%, but are who are, at the same time, dismissive of the bottom 99%, it might be important to remember that you did not gain fortune or power all on your own.  It was earned on the backs of those who you seem to abhor.  Pretending like they are somehow insignificant to this country is not only disrespectful of them, it rewrites your personal significance to the country.  If these people had not been been your employees or somehow connected to however you made your income, then you probably wouldn’t be in your position right now.

To those who are in the top 1%, but realize just how lucky they are or how unfair the system is to those who have less, I think I speak on behalf of many of the 99% when I say that we thank you.  We thank you for having the ability to realize that this is a world that does not just belong to the wealthy few, but belongs to all of us.  We thank you for realizing that the inequality that exists is not helping but is hurting the chance for the American Dream to even be possible for people anymore.

Original Article

Mirrored from fuzzypinkslippers.com.

janersm: (anna paquin: golden globes)

Before I start posting things and offending someone, because I know I will ‘cause that’s what I do, I should say that this is in reference to a post that featured the exact images featured throughout this post. It is also in reference to quotes from this entry by the same girl. Lessons for this girl and others like her will be bolded.

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Hi, we haven’t been introduced, which is honestly fine with me. My name is Janet. I am 27 years old. Ten years and 1 month ago, I started to college. I still have not finished. And I am going to explain to you, Christine, and others like you why it is that you can’t act like you’re somehow better than other people and why you can’t judge people who are in debt. Hopefully, you will be able to understand it.

You may not be whining about how you are going to pay for your education, but I can assure you that that scenario might change. You see, you’re two years into what I can only assume will be at least a four year degree program. I say at least because I spent the greater part of a decade in college and I know how insanely hard it is to get a degree cracked out in a year these days, especially if you’ve changed majors (which I did), go to a smaller school (again, that would be me), or if you have trouble with getting classes or aid approved. Oh, hey, that’s me again.

We’re taught as kids that we’ll go to primary and secondary school for 12 years, or 13 if you include Kindergarten. We’re taught that our post-secondary education will begin with a four year rendezvous in the world of bachelor degrees, aka our undergraduate education. Well, that’s great and wonderful, unless you go into certain schools, degree programs, or have any issues at any time with any teachers, financial aid, or basically anything in your school, personal, or work lives. We’re also taught that if we don’t achieve the goal mentioned in that first sentence of this paragraph that we are utter failures, and this sentiment gets reiterated by people like you or your favorite candidate, Ron Paul.

So, my first official lesson to you is that you shouldn’t count your chickens before they hatch. You don’t know what will go on in the next couple of years. You don’t know what will happen in your life in that time. No one really knows for sure what their life will hold.

That brings us to the next lesson: do not judge that which you do not understand. You are not one of the people that you are mocking in your images, so you don’t know what is going on in their life. When I started to college so many moons ago, my dad actually had a job. His years of anger and torment and depression hadn’t eaten up his entire ability to work yet. I also had some level of energy that I no longer have. I was also happy that I was getting to go to college a year earlier than my friends, which made me feel like the luckiest human being in the history of the world. I hated being in high school. I had lots of friends and I was no longer being bullied, which went on some when I was younger. I was very smart and I had a lot of potential, but I was always miserable at school because I would spend seven hours a day (at least) listening to lessons on stuff that I had studied in my own time when I was much younger. I was bored out of my mind with school by the time I was in second grade, so the sooner I could move on, the happier I was going to be. There were issues that I was having with my psychiatric problems, including that I would go into such severe depressive spells that dying seemed like a good idea or that cutting would somehow allow me to bleed my pain out. I was also grieving because at around this time my parents were told that my former foster sister wouldn’t be allowed to move back in with us, which broke all of our hearts and spirits, and they were told that the reason was that they had raised a daughter who ended up depressed. She was kept out of our house because of my mental health, and I felt like any suffering or pain that she went through from that point on was on me. And I still feel guilt because I know that her life might have been different if I had somehow not managed to go crazy my Junior year of high school. And though this may all seem unimportant, I am stating it because you wouldn’t understand what all of this was like unless you went through it yourself. Even then, you wouldn’t completely get it because you’re not me. So, I started to college a year early with high expectations, massive depression, horrible guilt, and paranoia and anxiety episodes that were crippling me on a daily basis. I had to start off very, very slow. So, I already knew I was going to be in college for more than four years.

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This is where we get to majors. When I was in high school, I was going to study music management and production. I was going to go to MTSU, which has a stellar program for that degree. I changed my mind, which isn’t uncommon and isn’t a bad or irresponsible thing to do. I decided to go with a double major of social work and religious studies. I was going to go to the University of Tennessee at Chattanooga. That was my goal and I was going to achieve it.

After almost 3 years in community college, because that’s where you go (instead of going to some school like Yale, which was my childhood goal) when you have dropped out of high school, I applied for a transfer to UTC. I was admitted there. And after my parents had written a hefty check so that I could live in an apartment on campus with 3 other girls, I started having massive panic attacks. They were coming regularly. It got to the point that if I even thought about the state of Tennessee, I would break down into tears or I would hyperventilate. So, after three years of working my ass off to prepare for this one specific school, I had to change my majors again.

I realized I had to stay in town, which meant either going to Oakwood College, the University of Alabama in Huntsville, or going to Alabama Agricultural and Mechanical University. My mom went to UAH, so that made me hesitant about going there. It also didn’t have a social work program, and that was the program that I wanted to use so that I could become a counselor. I could have chosen to get a degree in psychology, but I really didn’t want to do that because it wasn’t the exact path that I had my hopes set on. This leads me to another lesson about college and a lesson about your politics, as well: be flexible. If you’re flexible, you might find that your path is a little different than what you imagine it is. If you think that being flexible might not matter, I can promise you that it does. If you understand that you need to be constantly thinking about if the path that you’re on is the right one for you, then you might understand that you may one day end up in a situation where you, once again, must reevaluate your options.

There were two places that I could go to for my education that offered what I wanted, or what I thought I wanted. I didn’t go to Oakwood because it was a private, religious school, which meant higher costs and stricter moral standards. While I’ve never had sex and I rarely wear any makeup or jewelry, I would have had to agree to an honor code that forbids students from wearing makeup, wearing jewelry, promoting certain ideas (abortion/women’s rights, gay rights, etc.), having premarital sex, etc. and that wasn’t something that I was willing to do. I chose Alabama A&M. It was cheaper. I was a lot cheaper, since I got to go there on what was basically a a free ride. I was given a diversity scholarship because I was a white girl going to an HBCU (also known as Historically Black College & University) and I had the grades to get one that covered tuition, books, and room and board. So, that should have been enough, right? Well, the fun thing is that sometimes you need financial aid in order to cover the costs of your education while a school is deciding whether or not they’re ever going to apply your scholarship. I didn’t apply for financial aid very early during my first year there. I didn’t realize I needed to apply for it, since I had a scholarship that was going to cover everything. It didn’t cover everything because it wasn’t being applied to my education. So, I had to get the Department of Education to approve loans for me so that I could cover my tuition so that I didn’t get kicked out of school.

I realized at that point that I needed to make sure I always had tuition covered via loans that would get distributed to to the school because the school wasn’t going to just give me the free ride that I’d been promised. The loans would get refunded a few weeks after the scholarship would get applied to my account and then I would spend the loan money on luxuries like food and shelter, because by this time my father had lost his job and was no longer really employable. My loans started covering our monthly grocery and utility bills because we were living on my mom’s Social Security Disability checks and (eventually) my SSI/SSDI checks.

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The school that I was going to was not a $50,000 per year school. Even now, it isn’t that expensive of a school, but college is an expensive thing for a lot of people. Tuition there is (currently) at $220 per semester hour (for in-state residents) plus mandatory fees that are $750 for anyone taking more that 10 hours. (I took 15, which was sometimes too much for me.) So an in-state student going there is going to pay them about $8,000 per year. Not bad, huh? Even when you consider that I was paying for access to buildings that still don’t exist on campus, a parking space that I didn’t need since I still don’t drive, a fee that allowed me to use the computers on campus—which was only necessary when I was trying to access the Alabama Virtual Library, and a yearbook that I only was able to get a copy of in my last year there. I never got reimbursed for things that were supposed to be covered by my grants and loans and scholarship. Basically, I was losing money by going there, which wasn’t really bothering me that much. Even when my parents and I were trying to figure out what we were going to eat on Thanksgiving because we’d run out of money to buy food and our food stamps were used up for that month, I wasn’t worried.

The worrying began in January 2007. I was set to graduate in about four months. I was in my last semester as an undergraduate. I had already taken my GRE and had a high enough score that I should have easily gotten into the Masters program at that college. That would’ve meant that I would be finishing my Master’s Degree in one year, instead of two. I would be saving more time and money. I was studying for my licensing exam for my B.S.W., and I was doing two seminars and my (required) internship. Everything seemed okay. Sure, I was still having issues with depression, but I had accepted by this time that I was going to have those problems for the rest of my life. I was okay with that.

On the first day of my internship, I showed up extra early and I was excited. I had been told the previous semester that since I was going to be doing my internship at the Boys and Girls Club (an internship that was given to me at the very last possible minute) and I had been told (at school and at my professional interview for the internship) that I could wear the same exact clothing to my internship that I’d been wearing at school. To me, that meant that I could wear jeans, t-shirts, my jacket (since I was always cold) and my sandals. I always wear sandals. Even when it is cold, I will wear sandals, and that is because they are comfortable to me. So, I wore my sandals the first day. I got called into my boss’s office and asked if I could go home and put some “real” shoes on. I told the boss, who happened to be a friend of my professor, that I would, but I would have to call my dad and he would have to either take me home to get the shoes (which would take an hour and half for the whole trip) or he would have to bring me a pair (taking half the time). When I explained how long it would take, she told me not to worry about it and to just wear them the next day. I told her I would.

The next day, I was wearing the appropriate footwear (sneakers) and my professor showed up. She wanted to make sure that I was wearing the right shoes, since I had messed up. I smiled and told her I had. I tried to show that I was being a competent future social worker. I tried my hardest to prove to her that I was doing a damn fine job. I thought I had shown it. On Friday, at our seminar to discuss our week, she didn’t mention me by name, but she made jokes in front of the entire class about my incompetence and about how I was ill-prepared. Because she mentioned the sandals, everyone knew it was me. I was horrified. I tried so hard not to let it show, because I’d grown up with a grandfather who liked to humiliate me often and I knew that would make it worse. I found out from my friends, a few weeks later, that I was often joked about by this professor. Apparently, my sartorial choices and “lack of insight” (i.e. how I wore the sandals on a rainy day and ended up walking across the campus without the sandals on, which was comfortable, and because I never brought an umbrella) were commonly joked about by this professor in front of my classmates.

The next week, I was called into the boss’s office again. This time to find out why it was that I wore the “same” clothes every day. I change my clothes many times during a given day, even when I have done absolutely nothing. I feel dirty if I’m in the same clothes for very long, so a whole week of wearing the same clothing every day would just be impossible for me. I was wearing different jeans (different colors even) and different shirts every day. The only thing that was the same was that I always had my jacket zipped. So, I was confronted about this, but this time my teacher was there. And it became evident that something that had been disclosed to the staff from the day I showed up for my orientation was about to get thrown into my face.

First, she asked me to call my parents to have them come pick me up from the internship because she thought I needed the day off. This began to eat at my already fragile psyche, and it got worse when I said that I was having to wait until my parents heard my voice on the answering machine. Apparently, I was a horrible person because my parents couldn’t afford to have Caller ID. My day off soon, within minutes, became a week off, which wouldn’t be counted against me. I had to agree to it, of course, but I thought that she had to be doing what was in my best interest and she wouldn’t do something that would hurt me. I trusted her, and I don’t trust people easily, but I trusted her. I couldn’t stand her, but I trusted her. And that was the point in my life where I realized that people suck. Within the next forty minutes, while waiting for my parents, I got grilled on my psychiatric history. I also got asked if my adviser, who I liked and trusted even more, could go with me to my next psychiatrist appointment. It became evident that I had no choice, so I agreed, which actually brings me to a lesson. Don’t ever be naive, because people can tell and they will fuck you over in a heartbeat. So, I was a twenty-three year old who was going to have her adviser meet her psychiatrist. I wasn’t too concerned, but I should have been.

The next week, both of those professors showed up at my appointment. They went back with me. They got to listen to me tell a psychiatrist that I had never seen before (I go to a mental health center, so you don’t always get your assigned psychiatrist) that I’d been psychotic, depressed, and suicidal in the previous two months. They also heard me say that I wasn’t actively depressed, suicidal, or psychotic at that time, but that didn’t matter. Because at this point, I was told by the psychiatrist that I needed to be hospitalized. I was given a hospital order, which I didn’t follow through on, and I was given that in front of two teachers who would, months later, end up using as part of their justification why, with so little classtime left and a history of complete honesty about my psychiatric condition, I was being dismissed from the program. In January, though, I didn’t realize that that was going to happen. I was told to take a few months off, and that it wouldn’t held against me. I was also told to call back in the spring about my internship, so I called and called and called and called. The lovely teacher that loved to joke about me didn’t call me back. She didn’t answer notes left at her door. She didn’t even answer questions sent to her through one of her colleagues, who had become an unlikely ally for me. Eventually, after I’d started back to school and was taking an entire semester (except for 2 hours that were specifically linked my major) of classes that had nothing to do with my degree, I would be pulled into a meeting with the two teachers and told specifically about my dismissal. During this meeting, I would be told to get a degree in business or something and to never work in a job where I had to deal with people. They were very specific about how I shouldn’t be around other people. And that was when I realized I had worked almost 7 years to get a degree in a field that I had come to hate and it meant nothing. I was in a pre-professional degree program, and I was going to have to start all over again.

Oh, but wait, there’s more. When I dropped out of my internship back during that January of “fun”, my student loans for that year were returned to the government/banks. The school returned all of the money from not just the spring semester, but the fall semester (when I was actually in class), too. So, I had to pay the school again. I now owed thousands of dollars that I didn’t have, and that I couldn’t pay to them. So, I chose to try to go to UAH, but I was dishonest on my application. I omitted that I went to A&M because to mention it meant that I had to get my records. I couldn’t get my records because I couldn’t pay the loan back to the school. UAH figured out my dishonesty, put me on probation, and said that I couldn’t be admitted to their school until they had my complete record. I had to wait until my dad’s disability got approved so that I could have my grades.

When I finally went to school there, I was so burned out and so tired from everything that I couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t go to class and take tests and write essays for another four years and not know if that degree would ever come. I didn’t have the energy to get out of my bed in the morning, so I had to quit. I had to completely quit, which led to some nasty comments by people I know, about my laziness and about how I was just taking everything before too seriously. So, that was the end of my education career, but not the end of my debt.

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I shouldn’t owe the amount that I do, but I do owe it. And that is not as you suggest in the very next image, because of my dumbass choice. No, it’s because I believed that people who were supposed to help me wouldn’t turn my whole dream into a nightmare.

asshat #1 - college - 05

So, in terms of your apology, I have to agree on one thing you said. You stated, “I am an idiot.” That, my dear, is true. Because you made the most asinine of statements, and you deserve the shit that gets dished to you. I think it is petty that you criticize people for getting mad at your post, but you don’t seem to realize just how horrible those 5 images are. You don’t realize what anger and what emotions you are evoking in another person because of your petty need to feel better about yourself. If you want to state your opinion, then do it in a nicer way. I bitch at people all the time now, which is not who I used to be. I was the girl who didn’t do that kind of thing, even when I was pissed, I was never outright cruel to people…not like I am now. And the stuff that you were being a brat about is part of what contributed to the bitchier version of me.

Like I said, you have no clue what is going on in another person’s life. You have no clue what your education career will be like. Most of all, though, you’ve just proven how incredibly immature and inconsiderate you are.

So, unlike many of my very, very snarky opinion posts, I shall end this one with a big fuck you. Why? Well, because your images inspired this post, which inspired me to reflect on everything that has happened in a decade, and that made me cry for two hours straight, while I tried to figure out what exactly I could say. I know it is unimportant to you because I’m just another whiny person with a lot of debt who made bad choices, but what you said was hurtful. It was cruel. It was unnecessary. You can be opinionated without going into full-blown bitch-mode. And you need to learn how to do that. And, I’m going to give you some advice that hurt me a few years ago, “Never get a job around other people.” They don’t deserve to have your judgmental behavior around them. No one does. If you do want a job around other people, then you need this advice as well: learn to be a more accepting human being. Learn to look at a person and see a person. I also need to say thank you, though, because this is probably the most that I have ever completely mentioned on the subject anywhere outside of just with my parents.

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