Dear Pro life-ers,
Please stop waving your chalk in my face, making my guilt even worse. It's a grand idea in theory, but it's all big talk until you are actually faced with that situation. Until you have stood in my shoes. The condom broke. I was a virgin. I had no need for birth control before. This night came delightfully unexpected. This was my first time, and it broke. No birth control, but he wrapped it. The next morning he ran out for plan B. Plan B is still abortion people. After that, I felt confident, but when I was 3 days late I started to panic. I thought through the options and realized abortion would be my only solid choice. I'm a young college student, there is no way I could take care of that baby even if it were for only while he or she stayed in my stomach. I talked it over with the guy and we agreed that was the best choice. Luckily for us, my period had just been delayed because of stress. I never had an abortion, but I made that choice.

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

So what upper administration do I contact to complain about this, "Stone a Heathen for Charity" event? Like, fucking really? What century do we live in?

I always forget that nobody can tell who I am when I post comments on people's confessions. I swear that I look like a human female and not a leopard seal.

To the black guy I punched in the on Water Street a weekend or two ago. I was very drunk and don't remember the reasoning behind it, but I just wanted to apologize because that is not like me at all. If I see you around at the bars again I probably won't recognize you, but once again, very sorry!

To the cute girl doing laundry in towers north on Wednesday (10/8) with the pink laundry bag. I purposely pushed the basement button on the elevator so you wouldn't have to walk down the stairs like you were going to.

The only thing that keeps me from self harming is having to explain where the cuts came from.

Over the past 3 semesters, I just haven't felt like my major is right for me. I'm doing music ed and I have always thought this is what I wanted to do. Now after 3 years in, I know this isn't right for me and I plan on dropping my major and transferring somewhere else for a different path that will fit me better. The problem is that I am absolutely terrified to tell all my music teachers and friends/family about this and don't know when the right time is to do it. It's been killing me for the past few weeks. I'm going to finish the semester, but I know I need to tell people and not just up and leave at semester. The family that I've built here with the Music Dept means so much to me and I feel like I will let them and my family/friends down. :(