Buzzfeed and Cosmo jumped at the opportunity to post articles about a precious snowflake at Suffolk University who felt she was the victim of racism. Cosmo’s headline reads “A College Professor Left Racist Notes on This Latino Student’s Paper.” Very objective reporting.
Here are the pictures of the two supremely racist comments (from the Buzzfeed article).
As you can see from these snippets, this student is well on her way to winning a Pulitzer. Before the word “Hence,” we see an exclamation point. Now, having personally graduated with a Master’s degree, I can tell you firsthand that nobody in the academic world (as of a decade ago) uses exclamation points. It is juvenile and a clear indication of an immature writer. The same goes for works of fiction. Exclamation points are to be used sparingly or not at all.
Her title, “A Latinization of Public Schools,” is laughable. It clearly made a poor first impression on the professor. Hence (heh) the reason the letter “A” has a blue dash through it.
The other comment, “Indicate where you cut and paste,” is a reference to her poor citations (or lack thereof), not an accusation of plagiarism. You can see that “(Irizarry and” is crossed out. This indicates that she did not use the proper format to cite her source (Irizarry and Donaldson, who are referenced in the following sentence). Just after that, we see the phrase “was selected specifically because of.” Not much later we see her using a first person pronoun. I mean, come the fuck on. Did this bitch even proofread this fucking thing?
Wait, hold up, this girl is God’s gift to academia, as she so eloquently points out in her blog post—a post that went viral because of virtue-signaling, leftist rags like Cosmo and Buzzfeed.
Instead of knocking her down too far, though, I’m going to give her some pointers to help her avoid these nasty, racist situations down the line once she takes out another six figure loan to get her PhD. My comments will be in parenthesis. Link to her blog article.
So what did Suffolk University do once she filed her grievance? Come on, we all know the answer. The university had the professor’s back and told the snowflake to sit the fuck down, right?
Kids, be cool. Stay out of school.
Here are the pictures of the two supremely racist comments (from the Buzzfeed article).
As you can see from these snippets, this student is well on her way to winning a Pulitzer. Before the word “Hence,” we see an exclamation point. Now, having personally graduated with a Master’s degree, I can tell you firsthand that nobody in the academic world (as of a decade ago) uses exclamation points. It is juvenile and a clear indication of an immature writer. The same goes for works of fiction. Exclamation points are to be used sparingly or not at all.
Her title, “A Latinization of Public Schools,” is laughable. It clearly made a poor first impression on the professor. Hence (heh) the reason the letter “A” has a blue dash through it.
The other comment, “Indicate where you cut and paste,” is a reference to her poor citations (or lack thereof), not an accusation of plagiarism. You can see that “(Irizarry and” is crossed out. This indicates that she did not use the proper format to cite her source (Irizarry and Donaldson, who are referenced in the following sentence). Just after that, we see the phrase “was selected specifically because of.” Not much later we see her using a first person pronoun. I mean, come the fuck on. Did this bitch even proofread this fucking thing?
Wait, hold up, this girl is God’s gift to academia, as she so eloquently points out in her blog post—a post that went viral because of virtue-signaling, leftist rags like Cosmo and Buzzfeed.
Instead of knocking her down too far, though, I’m going to give her some pointers to help her avoid these nasty, racist situations down the line once she takes out another six figure loan to get her PhD. My comments will be in parenthesis. Link to her blog article.
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My name is Tiffany Martínez. As a McNair Fellow and student scholar, I’ve presented at national conferences in San Francisco, San Diego, and Miami (I have instead of I’ve. Which conferences? Show, don’t tell). I have crafted a critical reflection piece that was published in a peer-reviewed journal managed by the Pell Institute for the Study of Higher Education and Council for Opportunity in Education (The Pell Institute published my critical reflection piece on [subject]. Avoid passive voice). I have consistently juggled at least two jobs and maintained the status of a full-time student and Dean’s list recipient since my first year at Suffolk University. I have (Is it really necessary to start every sentence with I have, you narcissistic cunt?) used this past summer to supervise a teen girls empower program and craft a thirty page intensive research project funded by the federal government (Glad to see our tax dollars going to such worthy causes). As a first generation college student, first generation U.S. citizen, and aspiring professor (I have no doubt you’ll be one. You meet the criteria) I have (Again, cut it the fuck out with the I haves) confronted a number of obstacles in order to earn every accomplishment and award I have accumulated (List these. At this point you’re a liar until you provide evidence). In the face of struggle, I have persevered and continuously produced content that is of high caliber (“High caliber content.” “That is of” are three unnecessary fluff words).
I name these accomplishments because I understand the vitality of credentials in a society where people like me are not set up to succeed. My last name and appearance immediately instills a set of biases before I have the chance to open my mouth. These stereotypes and generalizations forced on marginalized communities are at times debilitating and painful (Probably more painful than the violence and diseases coursing through the Latin American countries from which you hail). As a minority in my classrooms, I continuously hear my peers and professors use language that both covertly and overtly oppresses the communities I belong to (Provide examples, or else people might start to think you’re an oversensitive twat). Therefore, I do not always feel safe when I attempt to advocate for my people in these spaces (Not enough safe spaces? Transfer to Missouri). In the journey to become a successful student, I swallow the “momentary” pain from these interactions and set my emotions aside so I can function productively as a student.
Today is different. At eight o’clock this morning, I felt both disrespected and invalidated. For years I have spent ample time dissecting the internalized racism that causes me to doubt myself, my abilities, and my aspirations (By internalized, do you mean the way you see yourself? That’s how this reads, but you’re a great writer. Continue on). As a student in an institution extremely populated with high-income white counterparts (Ok. I’m starting to see the problem here), I have felt the bitter taste of not belonging. It took until I used my cloud of doubt and my sociological training to realize that my insecurities are rooted in the systems I navigate every day (I know you’re a Sociology student, but there is a Psychological term for this. It’s called projection). I am just as capable if not more so than those around me and my accomplishments are earned.
This morning, my professor handed me back a paper (a literature review) in front of my entire class and exclaimed “this is not your language.” On the top of the page they (Use the correct singular pronoun. If you’re trying to avoid cis-gendered, patriarchal “he/she” pronouns, just say “the professor.” Don’t use plural pronouns to refer to one person. You would know that if you fucking listened in English class.) wrote in blue ink: “Please go back and indicate where you cut and paste.” The period was included (That’s how one ends a sentence. Or did you start bleeding? I’m confused). They (Stop it) assumed that the work I turned in was not my own. My professor (There you go) did not ask me if it was my language, instead they (Nevermind…) immediately blamed me in front of peers. On the second page the professor circled the word “hence” and wrote in between the typed lines “This is not your word.” The word “not” was underlined. Twice. My professor assumed someone like me would never use language like that (If I were a betting man, and I am, I would guess that you had used the word “Hence” at least 5-10 times prior to that sentence. Your professor was probably sick of it. Kind of like how I’m sick of you using “They” to refer to one person). As I stood in the front of the class while a professor challenged my intelligence I could just imagine them (For fuck’s sake!!!) reading my paper in their (God fucking damn it!!!!) home thinking could someone like her write something like this?
In this interaction, my undergraduate career was both challenged and critiqued (Undergraduate career Hahaha!!!). It is worth repeating how my professor assumed I could not use the word “hence,” a simple transitory word that connected two relating statements (Hence and Therefore are two of the most commonly overused words when students are purposefully trying to add fluff to their papers. You’re not fooling anyone). The professor assumed I could not produce quality research (She didn’t assume. You failed to provide quality research or correctly cite your sources). The professor read a few pages that reflected my comprehension of complex sociological theories and terms and invalidated it all (Hahahahaha! I can't. "Complex sociological theories" LOL). Their (Kill yourself) blue pen was the catalyst that opened an ocean of self-doubt that I worked so hard to destroy (Key word being “self-doubt”). In front of my peers, I was criticized (Passive voice) by a person who had the academic position I aimed to acquire. I am hurting because my professor assumed that the only way I could produce content as good as this was to “cut and paste.” I am hurting because for a brief moment I believed them (Missing commas).
Instead of working on my English paper that is due tomorrow, I felt it crucial to reflect on the pain that I am sick of swallowing (Do professors offer extensions for hurt feelings these days?). My work is a reflection of my growth in a society that sees me as the other. For too long I have others assume I am weak, unintelligent, and incapable of my own success (You have others assume that? Like you’re telling them to assume that? Projection is a bitch, isn’t it?). Another element of this invalidation is that as I sit here with teary eyes describing the distress I am too familiar with, the professor has probably forgotten all about it (Reword this wordy fucking sentence. Jesus). My heartache can not be universally understood and until it is, I have to continue to fight. At this moment, there are students who will never understand the desolation that follows an underlined “not.” (Oh my, the desolation of an underlined not. There cannot possibly be anything worse in this cruel, cruel world) There are students who will be assumed capable without the need to list their credentials in the beginning of a reflective piece. How many degrees do I need for someone to believe I am an academic? (How many you willing to purchase via aggressive loans you’ll never pay back?)
At this moment, I am in the process of advocating for myself to prove the merit of my content to people who will never understand what it is like to be someone like me. Some of you won’t understand how every word that I use to describe this moment was diligently selected in a way that would properly reflect my intellect (You used a whole bunch of words. Editing would be nice). I understand that no matter how hard I try or how well I write (Hint: you don’t write well), these biases will continue to exist around me. I understand that my need to fight against these social norms is necessary.
In reality, I am tired and I am exhausted (Just say, “I am exhausted.” Fewer words, drives home the point. But yeah, being a college student is rough) On one hand, this experience solidifies my desire to keep going and earn a PhD but on the other it is a confirmation of how I always knew others saw me (Projection, projection, projection. And a run-on sentence. If you were a white male and wrote like this, you’d never get your PhD. Kudos for racking up both minority and vagina points). I am so emotional about this paper because in the phrase “this is not your word,” I look down at a blue inked reflection of how I see myself when I am most suspicious of my own success (Yes, this all has to do with how you see yourself and how you have managed to project those negative feelings onto others to avoid any blame). The grade on my paper was not a letter, but two words: “needs work.” (Because it fucking sucked. Post the paper online already instead of two little snippets) And it’s true. I am going to graduate in May and enter a grad program that will probably not have many people who look like me. The entire field of academia is broken and erases the narratives of people like me (Reword: “has bent over backwards and done everything in its power, including destroying its credibility, to cater to people like me). We all have work to do to fix the lack of diversity and understanding among marginalized communities (Diversity in marginalized communities? So you’re saying we need to marginalize people of all races?). We all have work to do.
Academia needs work (Yes it does. It needs to be purged of jackasses like you, as well as your enablers).
So what did Suffolk University do once she filed her grievance? Come on, we all know the answer. The university had the professor’s back and told the snowflake to sit the fuck down, right?
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Suffolk University will conduct mandatory "microaggression" training for each academic department after an incident that recently gained attention in which a sociology student wrote a blog post saying she was wrongfully accused of plagiarism because of her race.
Kids, be cool. Stay out of school.