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Recon for my potential master’s thesis. Interest areas are social identities, social psychology , social inequalities/stratification. 

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Hey all! Check out my YouTube channel. 

I post/will be posting about travelling (pre-covid and once everything returns to a new normal), life vlogs, my own experience as a black woman, and grad school while working full time.

I also have an instagram account: A_knight_full_of_tales

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Hey all, I’ve been working on a youtube channel! Check it out if you want. There is a new video dropping this friday at 5pm about my decision to attend grad school. 

My channels will focus on Travel (when things return to a new normal). Vlogs. Grad School!

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The Forsaken Ones

I learned from a young age that the world wasn’t black and white. There were so many different shades of grey, that the line between imagination and reality was blurred. Sometimes I questioned if that line existed at all, almost to the same degree that I questioned my father’s abandonment. How could someone who claimed to love me with the entirety of his being, leave me?

            During a short period of my life, I realized that his promises meant nothing and rules were meant to be broken. As a child, this newfound awareness was heart breaking. I had lived my life in accordance to the laws set by my father and yet he had broken them himself.

His desertion was the ultimate betrayal. The mixed emotions I felt confused my moral compass. I could no longer differentiate between right and wrong. My method of thinking became distorted. I believed that if my father had previously deemed an act good, then that same act was actually bad because his words were poisoned by his treachery. As a result I entered my rebellious phase, one which I will never grow out of according to my eldest brothers.

 The phase itself wasn’t the problem- everyone must endure the awkward adolescent years of life. It was the energy and effort I put into being disagreeable. I questioned everything I was ever taught, just to spite everyone around me.  I no longer tried to create connections between the importance of some regulations and the dangers of breaking them. Especially because the one being who would discipline me, was absent.

Sometimes I even broke sacred rules in hopes of gathering his wrath. At least he would come back to punish me. His anger was better than nothing. I had been desperate and afraid of being alone. Even surrounded by all my siblings, I had never felt as isolated as I did then. They were all hopefully of his return and I alone was resigned to the reality of the situation. The one being unable to forsake anyone had disowned us. We were the forsaken ones.

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This is the first page of a short fiction I wrote last year. Let me know if you like it and I’ll upload more!

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Bitch i know your lying, but continue.

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Favourite Quotes - The Marauders

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