Personal Reflection – Survivors to Superheroes

I’m Movin’ Out!

Sandy Chilson March 28, 2023 0 Comments

How moving away from my hometown has helped my healing process Returning to my hometown as a survivor has been difficult. It’s where my trauma happened. It’s not just one place that triggers bad memories; it’s also my high school, the Starbucks in the center of town, the side of town where my assailant lived, the soccer fields, my own house. The uncertainty of his presence whenever I...

Dress Codes, Then and Now

Laura Browne November 9, 2022 0 Comments

I never really planned to become an educator, but it’s something I’ve found that I really love. I’m a teaching artist, focusing on theatre, improv, and public speaking. I’m not that much older than the students I teach—around 10 years their senior at most, depending on whether they’re middle or high schoolers. Sometimes the generational gap between us seems shockingly small,...

Dress Codes: A Harmful Means of Suppression

Alyssa Henderson January 5, 2022 0 Comments

The year was 2008. I was a timid, blissfully ignorant fifth grader entering hallways populated with kids who seemed much older and more mature than me. Despite that, we were all treated the same. In our homeroom class, we were given the rundown on what we could and couldn’t wear. While the boys had a short list of items that were off-limits, the girls had a grocery list, from not wearing...

The Last Duel falls Short in its Depiction of Sexual Violence – A Survivor’s Review

Julia Kopala December 16, 2021 0 Comments

*cw/tw: This review containers spoilers for the film and implicitly speaks of sexual assault. Ridley Scott’s The Last Duel presented a promising film about sexual violence in history, but my viewing experience left me wondering if this was supposed to be a social commentary on sexual violence or if it was just a medieval epic with some social comments thrown in. If the intention of the...

I’m Not Excited to Return to “Normalcy”

Alyssa Henderson August 23, 2021 0 Comments

I’m the kind of friend who gives a half-assed excuse to get out of things, like I have a stomachache, or I need to wash my cat. But, once in a blue moon, I’ll agree to step away from the safety of my room, where I’m usually watching the newest comedy special on Netflix, and talk myself into going out and “living a little.” I tend to reason with myself that, if I go out and meet new...