Giavanni Alves

It’s that time of the semester again. That point when for many students, our questioning of our validity and our futures is probably at its strongest.

Injustice and violence are rampant, equality is still a dream, the civil rights movement is in Act 2 of a seemingly never-ending play and innocent lives are taken on a daily basis for reasons that are both illogical and unsubstantiated.

The celebration of affinities is not something that needs to be scheduled in order to be recognized or appreciated.

I have been groped from virtually every possible angle, dragged to the wall, pulled away from a female friend that I was dancing with and flung onto a guy, been at the retrieving end of “f**k that bitch” one too many times after ignoring men’s thirsty presence and repeatedly grabbed and attempted to be danced with by men that I resisted.

You and I whoever we may be — neighbors, classmates, or strangers that pass on Locust — we are more similar than we think.