Okay so you know that trope in fics where after Harry comes out, Ron asks him if he ever looked at him that way? Usually his response is relief but like, what if it wasn’t? What if it went like…

Ron: What do you mean you’ve never?
Harry: Well, you’re like my brother. It would be too weird.
Ron: Not even once?
Harry: Nope.
Ron: But you’ve thought about Malfoy?
Harry: Um, recently, yeah.
Ron: I’m gonna need a 20 inch essay on what Malfoy has that i don’t.
Harry: It’s not like that! Hermione, help me out here.
Ron: Is it the hair?
Hermione: I doubt that’s it, he used to like Ginny. Maybe it’s more about posture.
Harry: *hitting his head to the desk and groaning*
Ron: I’m taller than he is Harry and he’s a bit skinny to be honest. I have more bulk, you know? Wait, where are you going? I’m a bloody catch, come back!
Hermione, snickering: There there, Ronald. I know you are.

this always gives me solace when i’m feeling alone. the one is out there, just keep looking :)

anonymous asked:

Haven't heard anything from you for a few days. I hope everything's alright!

Okay okay, explanation time. 

The last two weeks have been awful for me. I had an incident with a racist, sexist professor, who targeted me in particular by labelling my actions as a consequence of my ethnicity (based on stereotypes). I had another incident in which a professor had a violent outburst that ended with things being broken and our class being threatened with violence.

And you know, people sort of just expected me to suck it up and move on. It got to the point that I had to convince myself I wasn’t offended, or you know, insulted, threatened, and alienated from my peers by the things that had happened. Because I told my classmates, and they sort of just went, “Aww that sucks” or “Oh my gosh,” and that was that. I mean, I felt like a Facebook post being scrolled past.

People told me I could report it, and when I pressed further and asked for actual details, they came up blank. In my university, the hope of a student winning a case against faculty is slim to none, with emphasis on none. Students end up getting involved in a long, dragged out process that not only exhausts them, but also destroys their name and reputation. 

At one point, I’d approached a faculty member with whom I regularly consult and when I expressed these concerns, pressing a case included, I was told the school couldn’t do anything unless the students put themselves out there first.

The rest of the week, I continued to tell myself I was too busy to be upset, that I was probably being oversensitive about what had happened (if not other people would react too, right?). It was only last week that I conceded I was upset. That I was afraid, because I thought this would never happen. I go to one of the most progressive and liberal universities in my area. I keep my head down and try not to cause trouble. I don’t make waves. And it was then I realised it wasn’t just the threat of violence, but also the racist comments that made me angry. Violence is bad. But I realised that discrimination can hit so much harder at times, and I wasn’t doing myself any favours by willing my feelings away.

So I took time to process how I felt. I think that the rules that are supposed to protect students in my university are due for an overhaul. It made me especially angry because I was told that if I didn’t take action, others would fall victim to the same thing, but at the same time, my own safety wasn’t guaranteed. No student should have to be a sacrificial lamb for a cause that shouldn’t have been a concern in the first place. The burden of proof is on the students, and it’s a double burden when one considers the dynamic between faculty and student is always in favour of the faculty. 

Theoretically, students could press a case. And then their grades slowly bleed away because now those professors have a reason to be antagonistic. In requirements that are subjective, such as essays, students don’t really have a  way to prove this antagonism.

I’m much better now. I felt very naive for thinking that the academe would have better ways to deal with societal problems. I mean, I knew it wasn’t perfect, but school has always been my refuge and safe space, because in school, things can be discussed, debated, and decided by all parties. It’s about having an intellectual conversation. I know it’s not a perfect place. Now I realise that it’s no different from everywhere else. 

After dealing with my feelings, I feel better. I’ll still have to face these people, at least until the end of the semester, but it’s a little better knowing I can allow myself to be angry. I think problems like these are structural, institutional, and don’t really have a quick solution. I’m not giving up. I will continue to defend myself. It’s just, I’ve lost faith in the systems that I’ve always been told would keep us all a little bit safer.

And I don’t know, but it’s also this semester that I’ve had the most number of professors randomly digressing into lectures about how “this generation” is weak and can’t handle being screamed at. To which I’d like to say, no one should be screamed at. No one should feel afraid in an environment that purports to be an institution of higher learning, because learned people shouldn’t have to scream and use ad hominem attacks to get their points across.

“This generation” is not weak. Every generation has had to fight its biggest trends of prejudice and hatred. Just because that prejudice is expressed differently now, it doesn’t mean it isn’t legitimate, or that people don’t experience any “real” harms. The underlying assumption behind statements like those, legitimises some forms of hate while demonising others. All hate is wrong. That’s something that should be understood, and it’s disappointing that these words come from the mouths of educators.