A conservative Christian college in Omaha expelled a student one semester before her graduation when they found out she was a lesbian — and then demanded she repay them for scholarship funds she had earned.
Grace University has refused to transfer Danielle Powell’s credits to another school unless she pays $6,300, the tuition from her spring semester in 2011, when administrators found out she was gay. Powell would have been the first in her family to earn a college degree.
Michael James, executive vice president at Grace University, justified the college’s actions to The Huffington Post,affirming that its student handbook forebade “sexually immoral behavior.” Quoting from the handbook, James stated:
“Any student involved in sexually immoral behavior, including premarital sex, adultery, and homosexual acts, is at minimum placed on University probation and may be subject to a Judiciary Hearing.”
Powell and her wife started a petition to get Grace University to drop its demands. (By the way, they’re the couple who got engaged onstage at a Macklemore concert — watch the video!) She deserves better than this. Help her out?
“being poor is liberating”—rich people who dumpster dive and thrift and then go home and watch netflix on their 50’ flat screen TVs on their 3000/month lofts with their neurologist parents (via meganxmas)
You miss me? Motherfucker. I miss you too. Everyday. Painfully. Life isn’t the same without you. But your pride won’t let me express just how much you mean to me. So silence you shall receive, until I deem it proper to let you into my soul just a tiny bit.
“A nuestra edad sabemos que nada es para siempre. Nos enamoramos pero sabemos que no será pasa siempre. Por eso nos arriesgamos, por eso nos entregamos hasta quedarnos vacíos.”—Alejandra Pizarnik (via kirasakurai)
Need to stop doubting me. Why do you assume everyone is after you in some weird underlying way? You are so fucking insecure that you make the rest of us—me— doubt our intentions. I have always loved and cared for you, but since thathappened you assume I’m on your dick all the time. Chill the fuck out. We have always been friends, even if whatever happened happened, it doesn’t mean we are no longer friends… at least that’s what I was going for.
Nothing I say is said with ulterior motives or intentions. TRUST ME. You don’t have to know how I feel to know that my intentions are sincere. I know you’ve been hurt but not everyone is after you. Not everyone wants something out of you. Some of us genuinely care for you and are going to stop doing so if you don’t stop assuming stupid shit.
Seriously? I can’t believe I considered dating you. How old are you that you need me to send you a picture? GTFO. I’m busy is the nice way of telling you to go fuck yourself and leave me alone. If you don’t get the hint then I guess I must be blunt and just tell it how it is. No I refuse to send you a naked pic.
Giving up is so easy, it’s everything else that’s hard. Holding on, staying alive, those are the truly courageous acts. I used to think suicide was the answer, but it’s just cowardice. Dare to live, and dream, and hope, and often times fail, but DARE.
Feeling inspired but once again I am scraping the bottom door to an abyss that just won’t end. The more I try to rise up above the dark waters, the more the force pulls me closer to the icy center of it’s being. If I let go I will be engulfed by my bitterness.
Don’t talk to me out of pity. If you don’t want me in your life say it, it’s not that hard. Don’t lie to me, I can’t stand it when you tell me you’ll call back and you never do. I don’t want to keep telling myself that this time it’ll be different.
I refuse to believe that people ever “accidentally” delete others from any sort of social network. When you click delete you almost always know exactly who you are trying to delete from your life, even if only through the internets.
Why then are people always trying to befriend you after you’ve deleted them? I recently had a former ‘friend’ try to befriend me after I had purged my fb of all remnants of a former life I no longer wished to have. In three years she may have written on my wall once but a few weeks after I deleted her she wanted back in.
I do not know what the obsession is with being friends with people you obviously do not care about. If I don’t want to see your face I will get rid of you, plain and simple. Why do we need to be ‘connected’ even after it no longer matters?
Whatever the case may be, I am not giving in to befriending people out of pity. I’m done with that pathetic stage of my life. If we’re friends in real life, we can be friends online, otherwise, goodbye.
With every passing day I wallow deeper into this sadness. I find myself stopping in the middle of the most meaningless acts and thinking how horribly alone I feel without you. I know this isn’t the end or anything like that, I just feel like everything is so incredibly over. You are moving on while I am still here, stuck, waiting. Waiting for what? I don’t even know. A sign, a miracle, a way to get out of this. I hate you now more than ever.
But with the subtly of a sigh, it ended with silence.
Our ever-peaceful relationship descended into ruins very slowly, so slowly that neither of us noticed it.
I sit here, alone, thinking of the news you have just delivered. Like an experienced boxer, quick one-two jab that has left me disoriented and saddened.
I look about me, and there is no one that can understand what just happened, no one that can grasp that WE are finally over. done.
& no, I didn’t consider your previous girlfriend our end. She was merely an unaware bystander as we drew out our still tumbling affair/relationship/thing. I don’t consider her more than that, because you did not consider her more than that. Plain and simple.
Now here I stand, locked up within myself trying to figure out how we ended here. You are no longer mine. You belong to a faceless woman a world away now. She has claimed ownership of someone I still held on to.
When I said we needed to move on, I meant it, I think. But when you were gone I realized I could not live without you. Your return was my salvation, or so I thought. Until you gave me the news right now, at 10:15 PM on Thursday June 14, that you were seeing someone else.
This woman was a childhood friend you say, and you hit it off. I’m glad. I’m glad you were falling in love, because darling, I was falling in love too. Just not with any random fucking stranger who shares my past, but with this lovely man who had left me. He left me but promised to be back in two weeks. And here we are three months later, and you return full of love for someone else.
And here I am, standing at the airport with flowers and balloons and chocolates and you walk in arms with a beautiful blonde, cause I’m sure she’s a blonde. This metaphorically accurate fictitious scenario is all I replay in my head. This is what our life has become. And we had such hope, such future. Fuck it. I guess this is what happens when it ends, when it all crumbles and not only crumbles but burns and not only burns but dissolves into nothingness. You say move on? I say, show me. Cause I’m standing here, with all my gifts for you and you are walking away to a brilliant future while I fall into nothingness.