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The Vine: August 27, 2002

Submitted by on August 27, 2002 – 4:28 PMNo Comment

Hi Sars,

First of all I love your site and read it faithfully. Secondly, after reading what “Blatant Hacker With A Dash Of Psycho” wrote, I really had to write because I’ve been going through almost the same thing, although the guy isn’t across the seas. He’s actually living with me, temporarily, but still living here.

First, I know it’s wrong to hack into someone else’s email and things like that, but hey, when you have a gut instinct, and for me they are usually dead-on, go for it. My boyfriend, the one living here with me since he lost his apartment (we won’t go into that one), has been using my computer. Now, I know he has lots of friends that he emails and chats on AOL with. Well, I didn’t know that he also has a bunch of personal ads out there as well. He says it’s to meet new people and make friends. Well, I read some of the IMs he has had with them, ’cause he saved them on my hard drive (like an ass), and so I read them. Talking to someone about “caressing her wet body” is not exactly what I would consider friendly. I also know his email accounts and passwords — I happen to remember that shit. Well, since I got to wondering what else was going on, right under my roof, I checked it out. Did I feel guilty, yes. Did I tell him I did this? Hell no!! He still doesn’t know, and I’m not going to tell him. We’ve had some long talks about his “behavior” and he swears up and down that it’s all innocent, but I still say actions speak louder than words, and while he’s in my freaking house, I damn well have every right to know what is going on. Plus, how dare he think that this is okay.

So, for Blatant Hacker: go for it. If he is going to play dirty, fuck him. Play dirty right back. I know two wrongs don’t make a right, but make sure that first you understand that you really don’t want to be with this guy, and then get ready to do some dirty work and find out exactly what is going on. It saves your peace of mind. Really it does.

Thanks for letting me vent, and letting someone else know that they aren’t in the boat alone.

Beth in Pennsylvania


Dear Beth,

So, this is how you empower yourself, then? He cheats on you while living on your courtesy, and instead of chucking him and all his shit out on the lawn and changing the locks, you…break into his email? Girl, please.

You can’t trust him; he can’t trust you. It’s over, and it’s been over for a while. Skip the bogus girl-power “fight fire with fire” crap, grow a backbone, and end it. Then work on growing up and confronting things like an adult instead of sneaking around all Harriet The Spy.


Dear Sars,

I just started grad school, and it’s been great except for one thing. I’m the only non-white person in the class not from another country, which in and of itself is not that big a deal. The problem is that there are about five people in the class who come from the same country my parents do, and they seem to think that’s enough of a reason for me to want to be their friend or mentor or whatever.

I don’t speak their language, so I can’t translate what the professors say, although they keep asking me to clarify this or that. They always try to be in group projects with me, which means I end up carrying them because they have that whole language barrier to get over and it’s quicker to do it myself than explain it to them. They interact with me in ways that may be appropriate in their home country, but certainly are not appropriate here (e.g., they comment on my weight or speak about three inches away from my face). I’ve tried to be understanding, I’ve tried to imagine myself in their position — new country, and all that — but I’m beginning to resent it. A lot.

I didn’t get along with my parents growing up, and a lot of that can be attributed to the cultural gap that I’m now facing with these people. I don’t want to be a jerk and tell them to get out of my face, but I want them out of my face. I don’t think it’s fair that the onus of being their ambassador falls on me just because of (let’s face it) the color of my skin. Help?

Losing My Gruntles


Dear Gruntles,

You know what you have to do. You just don’t want to do it, because it “isn’t nice.” Well, you can keep it up with the nice, and by extension the miserable, until you finish the year, or you can start taking some polite-but-firm steps to back these folks off.

Find a gentle way to tell them the things you’ve just told me. “Sorry, but I can’t translate for you; I don’t speak your language.” “Sorry, but I’ve elected to do the group project with Tom, Dick, and Harry this time — maybe next time.” “Sorry, but it makes me uncomfortable when you stand so close to me, so I’m just going to back up a bit here.” “Sorry, but I made other plans.” “Sorry, but I can’t do it.”

Their academic success isn’t your responsibility, in the end. You don’t have to behave in a mean or cold way towards them, but you do have to stop feeling like you owe them something because you come from the same ethnic background, and to stop letting them guilt you. Be friendly and helpful if you can, but if you can’t, you can’t; say so.


Dear Sars:

I greatly admire your writing, and since you attended Princeton, I believe, perhaps you could quell my fears.

I am having a pre-college crisis. Moreover, I’m having a pre-application crisis. I’m a senior in high school, getting ready to send out applications this fall. I’m fucking terrified. I have been waiting for college practically since I started kindergarten. I’m pretty sure that I can handle the work at the Ivy League level; I did very well on my AP exams, I have an excellent work ethic, and a high tolerance for stress. But I’m worried I can’t even get past the admission offices.

I have worked my ass off in high school, to put it rather bluntly. The homework alone takes up almost all of my time. But, because of some physical limitations that were rather bothersome during my freshman and sophomore years (namely, struggling with depression which I’ve dealt with since I was thirteen, and the early stages of what was last year diagnosed as fibromyalgia, which is sort of akin to chronic fatigue syndrome), I concentrated solely on school and had to work really hard to keep my A’s. I can’t participate in any sports, and I never did anything but excel in school until last year. I was involved with several terrific activities last year, though, and I’m increasing both my academic load and extracurricular involvement in my senior year.

Unfortunately, only the prestigious colleges have the resources, quality education, and additional factors that I want. It appears that at these schools, I would be among an intellectual peer group, and wouldn’t have to worry about holding back or getting teased for not being satisfied with a certain quality of work. I intend to apply to a college on every tier, to ensure that I get in somewhere, but if I am only accepted into the dilapidated state schools, or even those ranked slightly above, I sure it’s going to be just like high school again. Even worse, I’d feel like I’m missing out on vital opportunities that will help me in my vocational life, and I’d be kicking myself for not having done enough to get in where I wanted to go.

But I just don’t know what I am up against. My school is less than encouraging to college-bound students, especially those with high aspirations. They’re more concerned with keeping the drop-out rate as low as possible. I talked to my counselor, who was not exactly supportive. Nobody around here gets into colleges of a quality within punting distance of the top tier.

I just have no idea what my chances are, especially when I hear all the time about how three-sport captains/valedictorians get rejected from lesser colleges all the time. I know that it shouldn’t feel like the end of the world if I don’t get into the better colleges…but it does. I certainly wouldn’t have worked so hard if I knew I was going to end up in the state system, especially when many times it was a struggle just to get through the school day.

I’ve researched quite a bit about the colleges I’m interested in, but the statistics only tell me what the average test scores or class ranks of the enrolled are. Are there any resources that either you are your readers are aware of that might help me to determine the probabilities involved? Am I freaking out for nothing? What can I do so that I don’t have to spend my entire senior year in a relentlessly panicked state? If I could determine that it’s pointless to apply to the Ivies or certain other institutions, I can grieve and then set my sights on more practical universities, thus saving myself a lot of time, money, and worrying.

Thanks!
Hopefully Not Doomed To Attend A Community College


Dear Not Doomed,

I don’t know how much I can help you here; they don’t even use the same SAT now that they did when I went through this. I’ve never worked in admissions, and I only applied to the one school. But I do have a few pieces of advice.

First of all, panic is normal. The process is scary, and the results are important to you. Don’t feel bad about freaking. Everyone freaks with this stuff.

Second of all, there’s really no telling what the admissions office is going to look for in a given year, from whom, or why. I’ve seen my admissions file, and from what I can gather, my essays put me over the top. Would I have gotten into Princeton anyway? Couldn’t tell. How much weight did they give my SATs, which didn’t exactly cover me with glory? Don’t know. How about my APs, which did cover me with glory? Can’t say. All you can do is turn in your strongest application and hope it works.

And last, but certainly not least, repeat to yourself until it sinks in that an Ivy League acceptance is not the be-all end-all of the application process, and that an Ivy League degree and a buck fifty will get you a cup of coffee. Yeah, that’s easy for me to say; I’ve got the Ivy League degree. But I work on the internet, so…so much for the buck fifty, if you see what I mean. Sure, it’s a great ego boost to get into an Ivy, but you get out of a college education what you put into it. Stanford, Williams, Amherst, McGill, Oberlin, Bowdoin, NYU, Lafayette, Carleton — I could go on and on, but I can think of dozens of schools that don’t belong to the Ivy League, but will still give you a top-flight education you can take pride in.

The Ivy League is, in the end, just a football association. Remember that, and try to broaden your thinking to include other schools that suit you as a person, because four years is a long time to spend in a place on the strength of its name.

[8/27/02]

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