In my last post, I was like “OMG, I’ll tell y’all more about PossePlus really soon because it was awesome but now I need to go and decompress and yadda yadda yadda.”
And the OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE its Friday evening and I realized not only did I not follow up, but I also haven’t posted AT ALL this week. I’ve been kind of distracted by this big manuscript I had to write for Biopsychology which is a really neat class where we talk about the brain, and drugs, and neurons, and neurotransmitters (ya know, like serotonin, the happiness chemical my brain can’t seem to make?) oh and it’s literally THE LAST CLASS I NEED TO GRADUATE. So, no pressure to pass or anything, right?
PossePlus. If you’re confused, go back and read this post for some context. PossePlus started Friday night with dinner and an intro activity where we broke into partners and each took 1 minute to answer a question and then moved on. Like a human conveyer belt sort of thing, or that one episode of Phineas and Ferb with the speed dating machine. Nothing sets you up for a night of good conversation by ending the conveyor belt with a Chemistry professor and working with them the rest of the night. The focus for the evening was “Where are you from?” and we discussed things like how our environments shaped us, how we came to be living in America, and how long our families had been there. My mom is first gen in America, with both her parents coming over from Ireland as adults, and she doesn’t let us forget everything they went through for a better shot at life.
But on that first night, I met people with even more incredible journies. Students who’s parents had moved here as kids, students who had moved here themselves as kids. Stories of legal immigrants, stories of illegal immigrants. My own grandmother had been in the country illegally for quite some time, but that night we talked about how no one was going to be coming for her, she was the
white right kind of immigrant.
Saturday started out on a more sobering note when my friend Rocky got some bad news from home. I happened to be sitting right next to him at breakfast, and together we slipped out and back to his room to process things. I came back about an hour before lunch.
Eventually, Rocky rejoined us at lunch and participated the rest of the weekend. That evening is when things started to get more emotionally intense. We discussed identity and how we came to be and who we are becoming. Did an activity to demonstrate how much easier it is to succeed when you come from wealth. We wrote poems based off of the “I am from/I am becoming” format and took time to share out if we wanted to. I did. Twice.
Once to share the place I’m coming from
and once to hope the love that keeps me going.
I had unknowingly sat down next to Dandy at the start of the read-out, and at the end when asked to turn to the person next to us and share a positive affirmation, burst into tears. I couldn’t do any of this without her.
Then we had a talent show and three professors juggled, Dandy and a chemistry professor told some really bad jokes, and I somewhat miraculously sang “Girl on Fire” without my voice breaking. Let me tell you. Physics professors? Those guys can JUGGLE. After we wound up back in the room Dandy, Cat, and Mo were sharing and just…existed together? Laughed, and joked, and rubbed lotion all over people’s feet to freak them out. Life was good. Life is good.
Sunday we did some final activities, broke into groups to discuss other important relative topics that we maybe didn’t have a chance to discuss earlier.
Then things got emotional again. We ended with a true PossePlus tradition, which I will name but not explain, known as Touches (also known as Taps, or Angels in some different organizations) and finial affirmations.
It was a good weekend