In the fall of 2015 I discussed race at a party with a girl.
In the fall of 2015 I declared myself God.
In winter 2016 I would listen to the “Life of Pablo” while smoking Newport cigarettes.
In the winter of 2016 I said something about feminists in ITS.
In the Spring of 2016 I said something about Muslims in The Pit.
In the Spring of 2016 I watched videos on YouTube made me understand how it might feel to start watching Fox News and like it.
In Spring of 2016 I went to bed one night saying, “I hope he wins,” while a death occurred in my lower abdomen that produced the sound of roughly 500,000 people in an arena sponsored by Amway to which I thought, “I might be having an out of body experience.”
In the summer of 2016 I took a class on multicultural psychology at UConn’s Hartford Campus.
In the Fall of 2016 I voted for Hillary Clinton.
In the Spring of 2017 I high-fived my best friend while talking about offending people.
In the Spring of 2017 I watched a video on a YouTube channel called “Prager University.”
In the Spring of 2017 I despised the overarching attitude of self-hate in Prager University videos.
In the Spring of 2017 it took me approximately 30 seconds to process why Prager University’s videos depiction of women is wrong.
In the Spring of 2017 it took me approximately 20 seconds to roll my eyes at the use of the phrase “Oppression Olympics” in a Prager University video.
In the Spring of 2017 it took me approximately five seconds to feel disgusted when a gay guy on a Prager University video defended businesses that discriminate against gay people, specifically when the situation concerns cake.
In the Spring of 2017 I spat on my computer while watching Prager University videos.
In the Spring of 2016 I got a Grindr account.
In the Spring of 2016 I came out as gay.
In the fall of 2015 was a staunch individualist.
In the fall of 2015 I rejected any ideology that puts other people before myself.
In the Spring of 2015 I finally figured out how to smile in the right way.
In the Fall of 2014 I felt elated at the Sigma Nu fraternity.
In the Spring of 2014 I punched my bedsheets on a Friday night because other people were partying and John Mayer’s “Paradise Valley” album was failing to calm my nerves.
In the Fall of 2013 I smoked weed for the first time.
In the Fall of 2013 nobody knew I was gay.
In the Spring of 2016 I was a Donald Trump supporter.
In the Spring of 2016 I was unhappy.
In the Spring of 2017 I think Prager University is pure garbage.
In the Spring of 2017 I am happy.
