Sauder: Same Old Shit with Bonus Under-Age Rape

WARNING: This post may be trigger-ish for former victims of rape and other violent sex crimes. This is not a happy post, people.
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If you have not yet heard of what happened during Frosh at the Sauder School of Business (Sauder) at the University of British Columbia (UBC), then please check out these articles:

http://globalnews.ca/news/825544/ubc-investigates-after-students-led-in-chant-encouraging-rape-of-underage-girls/

http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/story/2013/09/07/bc-ubc-frosh-pro-rape-chant.html

This is not surprising to me. At all. This type of shit has been going on for years, since at least 2005 which was when I was a freshman at Sauder. I didn't go to Frosh because my parents didn't let me. Looking back on it now, it was for a good reason because Frosh is just an excuse to party. And not just partying, but dangerous partying.

From what I heard, there was under-age drinking, and quite a bit of it. The legal age to drink in British Columbia is 19 or older. The average freshman would be 17 (if their birthday is in September-December) or 18 (if their birthday is in January-August), typical if a person goes straight into post-secondary education right after high school.

The Frosh leaders bought beer and offered it to the new students to give them a taste of what university life would be like. The new students were under no obligation to accept, but a bunch of impressionable teenagers would be highly susceptible to peer pressure, especially if it comes from a Frosh leader.

Might I just remind everyone:

"Minors are also allowed to drink under the supervision of their parents, but supervision by a non-parent adult is not sufficient."

"It is against the law to buy alcohol for those under the legal drinking age." (x)

Also, I don't know how, but the Frosh leaders in 2005 managed to get everybody into a club. Every. Single. Person. Especially the under-age ones.

So there's Frosh, and then there's orientation (ie. the first day of school). Now orientation I did attend (because it was mandatory), and I fucking hated every second of that day. My leader was useless and didn't know anything, all she did was take us around the campus and point out what buildings are which. No points of interest, no history of the school, no helpful advice about classes, and etc. We were also made to attend these pointless presentations on work-life balance from senior students and faculty who basically said, "Study hard, exercise, eat healthy, and remember, you guys are the cream of the crop."

"Cream of the crop." "The best of the best." "The top tier." "The echelon of education." These are the type of words that are used at the start of every course term to brainwash the students into thinking that they are above everybody else. What's worst is the faculty actually believes this. I understand that business is a dog-eat-dog world and you need to give your students every bit of encouragement as you can, but this is not the way to go about it.

This pervasive culture of superiority starts on day one. Freshman BComm students are taught chants about how great the Sauder is as a school, and jeers that put down equally hard-working students from other majors as if we were in India and the caste-system was in.

Students that had a major in the Arts were ridiculed as "unemployed," students from kinesiology were scoffed at as "P.E. Teachers," and any student from Science were shrugged at and sneered "we make more money than you."

I overheard part of an orientation with Science students last week and I wish I had that when I was a freshman. The leader really knew her stuff and told her group what the emergency blue posts mean and that if you press the button, UBC SafeWalk will come help you. Also, if you are getting chased on campus, then you press the button on the next post so that UBC can track you and be able to tell where you are going and send help in your immediate area.

So, this chant about Y.O.U.N.G. is nothing new; just another despicable and absolutely disgusting saying to add to the already muddied list. It's just this time, it went too far.

I'd like to comment now on how the UBC Staff are handling this situation. I've worked at the front lines where my company was the in the middle of a couple of incidents that involved the press and I have to say, UBC is doing a very shitty job.

Randy Schmidt sounds totally bored and disinterested (seriously, where did you get this guy from?) and Robert Helsley has absolutely no fucking right to hide behind the excuse of "I didn't know." Have you never taken at least some part in orientation? What kind of Dean are you? How the fuck could you not know about the chants and jeers?

In an incident similar to this whole fiasco, my company heard the smallest sound of a couple of 20-something year old guys talking about date raping 16-year-old girls or younger and there was an immediate investigation and a 911 phone call to the police. It resulted in a suspension, termination, and a subsequent ban from the premises for those two guys as well as a criminal charge.

So UBC, Sauder, and CUS, get your fucking act together and resolve this issue. Something like this should never have happened and a big university like you should know how to handle bad press a little bit better than what I have witnessed so far. You have just tarred the reputation of this school and your alumni. I am so utterly disappointed and angry. Quite frankly, I no longer feel like it's safe for me to continue my BCS here.

In high school sex ed I learned that 1 in 4 girls experience some form of sexual assault before they turn 18 whether it be harassment, or molestation, or rape, or whatever else. In case you didn't read that:

1 in 4 girls experience some form of sexual assault before they turn 18. That's 25%.

I am one of them and I was only 8.

So don't you fucking dare trivialize this issue. Do not brush this off like it's an inconvenience for you. I came back to this school because as much as I hated it the first time around, I believed that it would be better. But not even into the first week of school and the same old shit comes back to haunt me. Fuck you.

Fuck you and your fucking clique, CUS. Fuck you and your outdated and pretentious ways, Sauder. Fuck you and your money-leeching machine, UBC.

Fix this, or give me back my money!

Home Alone

While the parentals are away on a three-week trip, I have to feed myself and this is what I cooked today:

 

Kimchi hotpot. Enough to last me 4 meals.

I'm going to be so sick of eating udon soup by the time they come back, I just know it.

Spring Is Here!

You can always tell when spring has arrived in Vancouver by the cherry blossoms.

 

These white ones always bloom at the first sign of sun. Hopefully the good weather will hold so that the blossoms don't get pelted down by the rain.

Happy spring! I'm sorry Regina, that you have -21C while we have 18C. But I'm not really

Spring Cleaning 2013

Cupboard nightmare

Standing back and looking at this made my anxiety shoot through the roof. Fucking Christ do I keep a lot of shit!

Yes, apparently I have a tarot card deck. I unearthed it while looking for something else last week. Seriously, what the fuck?

This called for a spring cleaning and oh boy, is it going to take a while. Started yesterday and still going strong because this is one of three cupboards and that's not to mention my buttload of skin care and make up scattered in five different places.

GAH!

Ankle Anniversary

Today is the 2nd year anniversary of when I broke my left ankle. On a sunny Saturday morning in March 2011, I was carrying some empty boxes from a nearby Starbucks for an upcoming move. I was too ambitious and stacked the boxes up too high to be able to see over them. And of course, as per typical Vancouver weather it had rained all night, so there was muddy grass on both sides of the sloped and curving path that I took. Needless to say, I tripped and fell. My legs crumpled beneath me and as I went down, the full weight of my ass landed right on top of my ankles and broke the left fibula (the thinner, outer bone in the leg).

 

Bruised and swollen

 

My ankle swelled to twice its normal size and hurt like a real mofo, but only for 15 minutes or so because by then the adrenaline kicks in and dulls the pain. I called my mom who called my brother and they both came to pick me up. It was a really awkward hippity-hoppity dance to the car using only my right leg (on a what I found out later was a sprained right ankle).

 

In the car, my mom wanted to take me to the hospital to which I scoffed and said, "It's okay, it doesn't really hurt that much. We'll just go see the family doctor on Monday."

 

I'm not kidding, it really didn't hurt if I don't move it or put any weight on it. Adrenaline is a very effective painkiller.

 

The stitches gets absorbed into my body. How cool is that?

 

My mother (God bless her) insisted that we go to the hospital and so off we went. Then at the hospital while I was getting x-rayed, the trainee technician clearly didn't know what the fuck he was doing and lost his hold on me. To prevent myself from face-planting onto the floor, I instinctively stood on both legs which meant, yes, I put weight on my broken left ankle. I'm pretty sure this is what put my already broken ankle slightly out of alignment and it required surgery.

The doctors did say something about torn ligaments and other things but still, that fucking technician ought to be fired and shot.

4 bolts and a plate

They put me on an IV drip and I stayed overnight. I wasn't allowed any food for 24 hours, nor water for 12 hours prior to the surgery and they wheeled me in for operation at 10pm on Sunday.

When I woke up, I registered that it was 12am on Monday and that I felt nauseous so I closed my eyes again. Then I proceeded to trip out for 30 minutes. They had me on some really good drugs.

An occupational therapist taught me how to go up and down the stairs using crutches and then I was discharged on Monday afternoon. I was out of commission for a total of 3 months: a strict no-weight bearing period of 6 weeks in a fibreglass cast, and then another 6 weeks spent re-learning how to walk in an air-walker boot. The strangest thing when I started walking again was that the inside of my ankle hurt more than the outside. (What the fuck? I don't know, don't look at me.)

It took a full year of physiotherapy before I felt ready to run again and two years later the area of incision is still discoloured and likely always will be.

I wish the story was more glamourous than what I've told (like breaking my ankle from executing a round-house kick on a couple of crooks), but there you go.

 

At least I get to keep the hardware. For life. (No, I don't beep at the airport. Thank God.)

Letter of Love to Victoria Secret

Dear Victoria Secret,

Thank you for your kind consideration of finally opening a store in Vancouver, Canada. This saves me considerable trouble of going south to the United States to obtain proper support for my twins.

However, I did want to let you know that my wallet broke down sobbing and my credit card simply sighed in resignation when they heard the news. But do not fear for my boobs' and back's shouts of joy triumphed over their wails of misery.

Thank you again.

Sincerely with all my love,

Acexpression

P.S. If you are ever in need of a busty Asian model to test any of your new bra designs, then please do not hesitate to contact me.

12/12/12

I have nothing to say. I just wanted to mark the time for shits and giggles.

ACExpression's Day Off

Today consisted of some much needed and well-deserved self-pampering. It began with brunch with friends at Moxie's (they have terrible customer service in the mornings all the time. I don't know why I still go there.) Then did some retail therapy which yielded



Two Canucks t-shirts that were buy one, get one 50% off and both without any player names on the back. Even though it's not hockey season, it never hurts to be prepared. Especially when the player on your first t-shirt was traded to the Leafs.
Total = $41.99, teddy bears not included.

AND

A coat from ZARA to join all the other coats I already own.
Sometimes women just have to buy things that aren't entirely neccessary but look pretty.
Total = $155.68

Later I did a DIY facial with exfoliant, deep-cleansing clay mask, and sheet-style hydrating mask. My face feels as smooth as a baby's bottom.

Now I'm all prepared to take on another six days in a row of work after already working six days in a row . . . NOT!