In the past 15 months, since 15 classmates and I filed a Title IX complaint against Yale with the U.S. Department of Education, the school has started shaping up. A streamlined University Wide Committee, run by sensitive and well-trained faculty, has replaced the old Grievance Board, and the dean’s office has launched an aggressive education campaign. However, Yale hasn’t managed to shake its prioritization of its brand over its students’ safety …
Yale agreed to these [Department of Education- imposed] terms, as many schools do, explicitly to avoid being found non-compliant, but it’s certainly not an exoneration, by any measure. In fact, the OCR’s letter presenting the settlement clearly indicates that Yale was well outside the bounds of the law at the time the complaint was filed; amongst other disturbing findings, OCR reported that students were confused by the school’s grievance procedures and found the disciplinary committee “very unfriendly to victims of sexual misconduct.” Russlynn Ali, assistant secretary for civil rights at the Department of Education, said the OCR’s recommendations were based on “strong concerns and tragic, tragic stories.”
It’s been a while. Let’s see what has happened:
1. I’ve developed one of the closest friends I have had in a while.
2. I’ve been thoroughly abused by my school-work/debate/mock trial
3. I’ve realized that I can basically sleep anywhere for copious amounts of time. (ie-stranger’s shoulder on an airplane, the floor, a creep predator van)
4. I realized how much I adore the beach and Starbucks.
5. I’ve met the sweetest strangers.
6. I’ve run into crying strangers and have sat with them while they stopped crying to then receive eternally grateful looks. People should be nice more often.
7. I broke up with my boyfriend.
8. I realized I don’t care where I go to college. I just want to be happy and learn the lessons I’m supposed to learn and help the people I’m supposed to help.
I need to be happy.
First sentimental, long post on tumblr in a while later.