“As a minority I have come to terms with the fact that most people are going to initially judge me based on the color of my skin. To me, it just an everyday occurrence. I felt compelled to write about this topic over others as the vast majority of the student population at Occidental College is white. While Occidental prides itself on being accepting and welcoming diversity, I don’t think many of the students have any idea what its like to have to constantly be aware of others’ perception of you. They will never know what its like to be followed around stores, pulled over and question by the police, or asked why they are in certain parts of town all because “my people” are the ones committing crimes.
I constantly experience stigma because apparently my skin color somehow makes me predisposed to “deviant” behavior. One of the most notable examples of this came when I Continue reading
“I first had sex when I was 19 and when I was in the red light district in a foreign country. An acquaintance of mine had invited me to go to this country meet up with one of his friends and party at night over the course of a weekend. I was amenable to the fact and thought that it would be a good experience to get out and see the world.
Things being the way they were, we went out on our first night to an oriental-themed club called the Forbidden City, a convenient play on the actual Forbidden City in Beijing. On the same street were multiple other clubs that served the same purpose: to parade around young women on a stage in an effort to get customers. Essentially, with these girls on stage, one could point out a girl to a staff member and they would be invited to sit with the customer. Continue reading
“LSD usually comes in the form of a tab, which is a piece of blotter paper about 1/8 inch2. The LSD originally comes in a liquid state and is blotted onto the paper, which absorbs it. The usual dose is one tab and the effect last anywhere from 6-10 hours. So, you put the tab on your tongue and let it sit there for about a minute or so until the paper breaks apart easily when you rub it with your teeth, then you can spit it out or swallow it…either is fine.
After you’ve taken the acid, your not really going to feel anything for at least twenty minutes, so relax and prep yourself mentally. Once twenty minutes has passed your probably going to feel really giggly and your limbs Continue reading
“I have been caught cheating on a test twice. The first time was in third grade in Mrs. Williams’ advanced math class. We were doing this project to earn our multiplication license, which was this small rectangular piece of laminated paper with our picture on it that was supposed to look like a drivers license. You earned your multiplication license by completing all of the different levels of timed multiplication tests (after you pass the two times table test in 2 minutes, you can move onto your 3 times tables, until the twelve times tables).
Jake Klewer got his multiplication license first and everyone thought he was so cool and smart and grown up. More and more people started getting their licenses, and I was way behind on my multiplication tests. Eventually, I was one of th Continue reading
“I’ve always loved drawing/designing/doodling, but once I realized I was good at it, I couldn’t stop. I covered my notebooks and homework assignments and sticky notes with messages hidden in swirling text, abstract pictures, lines going everywhere and nowhere at once. But it wasn’t until a friend put a dangerously wonderful idea in my head that my doodling went deviant.
It was the summer of 2011. We grabbed some spray paint cans from my dad’s work shed and biked into the warm summer night, sneaking giggles and hiding jitters. I stopped my bike under a freeway overpass in the park and climbed Continue reading
“It was sometime during my second semester of Junior year here at Occidental. I was in my room relaxing, just like any other Friday for me since I did not have class on Fridays. Around 3pm, it went from a normal Friday to a Friday I’ll never forget. My phone started vibrating, I looked over at my desk to see who was calling and saw that it was my ex-girlfriend. This surprised me. We had broken up shortly after I started my Freshman year at Occidental and it did not end well. We dated throughout all of High School and were very close so the break up was pretty rough for both of us. We had talked only a few times since then and most of those conversations were text messages wishing each other a happy birthday or a Merry Christmas.
Regardless, I was a little happy to see her name pop up because I did still care about her as a friend and was excited to hear from her. I answered the phone and my excitement died very quickly. I said hi and she responded in a shaky voice. Continue reading
“I do not remember when I first started feeling uncomfortable around food. Definitely in high school, and possibly as early as elementary school. I would skip lunch every week because I was so concerned with how I looked with food. If people saw me eating, I thought, they’d assume I was a fat-ass. I was convinced I looked awkward and unattractive as I chewed, or held food in my hands. Maybe I looked uncomfortable because I felt uncomfortable. I did eat lunch, but I would wait until after school when I could eat alone at home. Towards the end of high school I started drinking a lot of black coffee, thinking it would curb my appetite. Around the same time I started receiving serious attention from a significant other for the first time in my life. Continue reading
“The following are my reflections about my first experience using LSD. This was my first experience with any drug other than marijuana, and it occurred on a Wednesday night during my senior year of high school while I was a prospective student at Pitzer College. I had taken some time off of school to visit several schools in Southern California. The previous night I had stayed at Pomona College, where my hosts said, “We have a ton of homework tonight… did you bring a book to read?” So, I wasn’t expecting much on a Wednesday night at Pitzer. I was in for a surprise! The girl that hosted me was possibly the biggest hippie I had ever met – a hippie in every sense of the word. When she asked me what I wanted to do that night, I said “Whatever you guys usually do on a Wednesday night here.” She said “Well, a few of us were going to take acid tonight… Continue reading
“I was the only child for six years of my life, but I never felt like the only child. I thought only children were supposed to get more attention from their parents and not have to share anything, but my life was not like that. We were living in a stranger’s garage, my mom and dad both had three jobs each, and I felt like I didn’t even know who my parents were. I never got to spend any time with them as a child, I felt invisible, but I didn’t understand that they were working all the time to give me a better future and keep me from starving every night. My dad would wake me up at 4 am every morning before the start of his third shift, kiss my forehead, and say, “que tengas un buen dia mi amor” Continue reading
“Marijuana affects everyone differently although it produces the same effects. In other words, since a high is a largely subjective feeling, people will have varied experiences even though the same physiochemical reactions are occurring inside their brains. The effects are also determined by the strain of marijuana and the method of consumption.
The term “high” is used metaphorically to refer to the feeling of elevated consciousness that is commonly experienced. Marijuana produces a very mild hallucinogenic effect that, like psychedelic drugs but completely less intense, disables the filters which block or suppress signals related to mundane functions from reaching the conscious mind. This lets you experience a bubbling of unrestrained thoughts, increased perception, and a heightened sensitivity to external stimuli. Some effects include an increased appreciation for music, strange wandering conversations, creative insights, and philosophical curiosity. Why do you think music from the sixties was so good? Continue reading