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Two Asian-American students were assaulted in Arizona for speaking Mandarin

Two Asian-American students at Arizona State University were on their way home Saturday when 22-year-old suspect, Kalie Rutledge, allegedly yelled, “I don’t speak Chinese” and told the two to shut up. Rutledge then followed them off the train to physically attack them. Justice may be coming for the students.

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(3/100 days of productivity • 08192016)

*how I feel after a long day*

- 4 hours of sleep, wandered around campus for a good 15 min looking for a room that was literally the next door to the exit I took, but, despite all that, I met my sociology teacher who is everything my friend described him as: funny, laidback, calls students and other pretentious teachers out on their shit, really inspires you to work hard for your education especially if you paid it all yourself or with your parents money.
After class, I saw my therapist and discussed my personal and academic goals of balance that will be accomplished, I bought my ticket to LA for my birthday weekend, then lastly, I worked 6 hours with a fucking blister in between my third and fourth toe and yet had awesome customers who tipped and enjoyed my ramblings ☺️

AND ON TOP OF THAT, my stationary came yes. Oh yes, the icing to this wonderful 3 tiered cake of Fridayness. My iPad / everything else holder of things arrived, my duckie tabs, my forest memo notes, and my study planner for the a’s I see in my future 😁

Thoughts.

The thing about moving out of state for college is that it’s like a new beginning. A second chance to be exactly who you want to be. From Oregon to Arizona, geographically it’s only a 900 mile difference but emotionally, home feels light years away. However, it’s been my dream since I was thirteen. I’ve been here a total of 9 days now, but it feels like months. So much has changed. My best friend here is a girl I’ve known for merely a week. I left home with a boyfriend, a solid outlook on who and what I wanted to be here, and a positive mind. Nine days later, I’m lost.

No boyfriend. No idea what I’m going to do. And now, I’m sad. Simple as that. I am sad. What direction am I going? Business Communication major, is that really what I want to do with my whole life? Who knows. As for now, where are my friends? I thought, sorority… maybe. Surely I’d make it in to one, but do I really want to be around a bunch of girls that are forced to be my friend because we’re “sisters”? No, fuck that. Not at all. 

Where are the people that want to travel the world, open their mind and live life as free spirits? The kids with the tattoos and friendly smiles. That hang out and take bong rips while doing artistically stimulating things on the weekends. These are the people I want to be with.

Not the girls who wear pink on Wednesdays and shop at the most cookie cutter places possible. No thanks. I want to be an independent and I want to love myself and my life. I want to wear studded bustiers and camo pants. I want to make my own dresses and not do my hair in the morning.

The problem is, where on this campus, does that fit in?