A grad student in my lab said hi to me today. Day = made
“When evening comes, I return home and go into my study. On the threshold I strip off my muddy, sweaty workday clothes, and put on the robes of court and palace, and in this graver dress I enter the antique courts of the ancients and am welcomed by them… . Then I make bold to speak to them and ask the motives for their actions and they, in their humanity, reply to me. And for the space of four hours I forget the world, remember no vexations, fear poverty no more, tremble no more at death: I pass into their world.”
the grad students and post docs in my lab are great and my advisor is great :-)
idk how to even word this but my fellow white people need to stop pretending they’re not white and talking shit about white people as if they’re above their privilege or in some weird attempt to show PoC that they’re “one of the good guys” or as if they’re somehow being “one of the cool white people” like sorry to break it to you you’re still fucking white and you still need to constantly be aware of your privilege and work to deconstruct shit. idk if it’s a running from the concept of privilege or being super scared of being considered “one of the bad guys” but like not being a racist fuckstain doesn’t absolve you from privilege or mean you can erase the fact that you’re white
Friendship isn’t about who you’ve known the longest. It’s about who walked into your life, said “I’m here for you” and proved it.