my only viable workout routine is zumba. everything else makes me want to claw my eyes out from pain and boredom, but dancing is invigorating! you can’t stop me! don’t let me get in my zone
In all seriousness, when you get to college just go all in. Blog a little but only on weeknights. Do your homework. Talk to strangers. Don’t drink anything a boy hands you. Stay up late but not too late. Go into academic buildings in the middle of the night. Call your mother sometimes.
immigrants, poor people, queer people of color, disabled folks, women (esp trans women of color) and gender-nonconforming folks if you are in academia and you don’t feel smart enough, remember that you are in the playground and training grounds of the elite. academia was not designed to include you. you are surviving something that has been systemically designed to exclude you in order to keep power in the hands of white, middle class, able bodied cis-men.
knowing this, don’t let academia train you to believe that elitism is the right way to make it through school. you can learn shit, hold the knowledge of your people in your heart, discard shame for your humble beginnings and/or marginalized identities. move through this experience knowing that the changes it offers you don’t have to include accepting academic elitism, inaccessible language or superiority. you can can simultaneously own the privilege that comes with being college educated and connections to your roots. academia does not have to kill your spirit.