Question of the Week: “Help! I’m in College and I Haven’t Dated AT ALL!!”

Question of the Week: “Help! I’m in College and I Haven’t Dated AT ALL!!”

I have been a silent lurker for the past couple of months and I have to say that I am really enjoying your site! I just got reading your Question of the week on where the girl had never dated outside her race before and the comments where pretty informing. I too have that same problem but worse! I have never dated anyone before!

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Hi Christelyn!

I have been a silent lurker for the past couple of months and I have to say that I am really enjoying your site! I just got reading your Question of the week on where the girl had never dated outside her race before and the comments where pretty informing. I too have that same problem but worse! I have never dated anyone before! I’m 20yrs old, in college and planning my future, but it has always been tough for me to connect with men. I have been told that I am intimidating and that is why guys wont approach me, and then guys that I see around me, have really weak auroras so I find myself not interested in them. So my question is how do I become less intimidating to talk to if I have no idea what about me is intimidating? According to my sister and friends, I should smile more, and then my friends have also told me that I just look like I wont take any bs. So am I suppose to smile everywhere I go or when I am walking to class, it all seems so tedious to me. So please if you would give me some pointers on how to look less intimidating.

Best Wishes, “G”

G, I thank sweet begeezus you wrote in, because it gives all of us at BB&W the opportunity to school on all the stuff we shoulda-woulda-coulda done if only someone had sat down with us to give us the scoop on college dating. I’m in the process of creating and editing an informational video on how to maximize your dating options in college, and you’re THE target, so…bull’s eye. In the meantime, let’s address your chief concern, which is your feeling that you might look too intimidating to be approached by the opposite sex. My advice? The best way to disabuse the notion that you’re intimidating is to convince your peers that you are not. As a student, you are in a prime position to immerse yourself in clubs, organizations, volunteers work, PARTIES (please go to parties for lawd’s sake) and mixers. Note of caution: Don’t insulate yourself in all the Black Student Union crew, which tend to be the progeny of the Guardians of All Things Dark & Lovely (GAT-DL for short). I’m not saying not to be involved at all, but the goal is to prevent you from the tendency black people have of self-segregating, which inherently hamstrings your ability to hamstring your options.

Next thing, watch your body language. Take a little self inventory. The next time a boy looks at you for longer than three seconds, take note on how you react. Do you freeze? Do you quickly look away? Do you frown? If you do any of those things, they yeah–you’re intimidating. Even if you don’t mean it to be, shyness is often mistaken for disinterest or worse–hostility.

I have a boatload more, but it would just take away the fun of having others in the BB&W Crew weigh in with their sage advice.

Have at it, ladies!

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Bren82 200 pts

My college days are not too far back and let me tell you, I was in the SAME situation. I kept my mind busy with having crushes though: couldn't expect much coming from a Christian school where students mainly dated who they wanted to marry. What quality/ies about you do your friends believe are intimidating? All hope is not lost. Immerse yourself in organizations and activities that will expose you to other cultures. It will result in observers seeing you as being open. For example, when I was in college, I was in the Gospel Choir (multiethnic), Korean Club and I played intramural sports. I had a friend of mine, who is Asian, tell me that me being in the club helped them to learn that not all black people are mean (this particular student grew up being bullied by students who happened to be black). I did not do anything in particular to quell this person's fears; just my mere presence, interactions, and involvement with other members was the "it" factor. I had no idea this person felt this way.

This may be an extreme example; truth be told, African-Americans are very self segregating, which is why when I was in high school, I did not hang with the stereotypical "black crew", who in my opinion were at school for looks and not learning.

SurlySammy 138 pts

Bren82

Yeah. Another significant point. get INVOLVED. This brings to my mind a book I've read a long while back authored by i think Dr. William Glasner (name may not be correctly spelled due to imperfect memory here) titled "The Identity Society", written circa late 1960s. Yes I know, dated text, BUT the basic self-help info is still, in my honest considered opinion, fairly relevant to right now. Back then he commented on the youth culture in full swing (The Pepsi Generation) where the overall thing to strive for was to be "Young, Sexy, and Dynamic" (hmm, seems in the celeb flash & glam idol worship of now, this feature hasn't chg much; or I could be wrong.) Anyhow after he wrote on the problems he's heard (I guess that by then had grown to be tiresomely so) from various clients about loneliness and depression, and feelings of alienation, etc. the usual "tales of woe" jive (not meaning to be flippant here), he would ask each of them "Ok fine. Now what are you going to do about it!?"

SurlySammy 138 pts

To which the invariably standard response would be some sort of a speechless wide-eyed mouth-gapping blank stare of being jolted by surprise and struck clueless (which I guess tacitly exlaimed "Duuhh I dunno!!! Geee. Duuhhh. Why are you passing the buck back to meee, Doc?") But Dr.William stressed to the reader (which was something that really stayed with me as being the most simple yet sensible solution to the melancholy madness of it all) to go out and GET INVOLVED - to mix and mingle and meld into something preferably worth wild, meaningful, and positive as part of the great personal project of educating and cultivating thyself. There's just no way around it! Like if you want to keep from starving to death in front a heaping banquet for nourishing good eats, you have to pick up the fork, dig in, open your mouth, chew, and swallow. Gulp & Yum. The same principle applies to overcoming and conquering being shy & socially challenged and showing others that you are really game for constructive sociability (with a smile girl:) remember) and not begging to be labeled as anti-friendly, uppity, intimidating, what have you. Once again, it takes consistent practice, lots maybe, like practicing on the violin, piano, tennis, chess, swift jig-saw puzzle wizardry etc. to become eventually proficient at it.

SurlySammy 138 pts

You have to just push yourself out there and get involved to interact – In The Right Crowd of course (And without putting on any goddamn airs, PLEASE gir abstain from this like from hard drugs, as us "Weez Blackfolks" tend to be so damn bad at doing in trying (albeit poorly) to impress the White People with false self-importance. Just be yourself - be natural and authetic, and everything esle will fall into place) whether you feel up to it or not, like going to your required classes to meet degree completion criteria. There is just not other way around it. But please at the same time keep up on the worth while readings of a vast array of subjects and topics and themes and ideas (along with quality movie watching – old ones are the best) of your personal choice so as your mind becomes gradually refined and distilled thereof, you'll naturally become more and more interesting to people, as time wears on, for relating to (and them back to you) so as to be further motivated by the incentive of their growing rewarding approbations of you “Ms. G”. It will all delightfully snowball (so to speak) for ya:)

Brenda55 4388 pts

SurlySammy (And without putting on any goddamn airs, PLEASE gir abstain from this like from hard drugs, as us "Weez Blackfolks" tend to be so damn bad at doing in trying (albeit poorly) to impress the White People with false self-importance.

LOL!!!!!!

Aabaakawad 483 pts

G,

Try out the "Shy Smile" if you can. You might feel fake doing it cuz it's not your natural personality, but it's just to make the initial connection,not forever.

The Shy Smile:

Chin tucked in with a slight closed smile and eyebrows up, look long enough for the man to notice, the look away and down as if you are embarrassed. Touch tip of tongue to upper lip and steal a very fast glance, then turn slightly away. Ignore him for at least a minute, the sneak a peek. Eventually find an excuse to be close enough that he has a chance to talk to you. Don't look bored.

Works on most heterosexual men.

Aabaakawad 483 pts

Edit to "Coy Smile" as eugeniamitchell, Elaina & Bunny77 point out elsewhere in these comments.

eugeniamitchell 3484 pts

Aabaakawad Exactly, standard shy look is not attractive at all.

SurlySammy 138 pts

Righteous! The art of subtlety for optimal positive feed back for rightly reciprocating his flatterig notice of you - of course after he's passed approval from your "vetting" of him. That's key. Delicately fleeting eye contact with a Slight, very slight smile. Show no teeth during this, not yet. Keep your lips closed for a bit. After initial eye contact, gently, easily, casually, slowly turn the corners of your closed kissers up A LITTLE and no more (never over do it, as with anything else, for the smile that suggest a spice of girlish mischief behind it), then slowly look away, with smile maintained and eyes elsewhere. Be sure initially your eyes begin to narrow a tad bit in relaxed fashion (languidly but full of rising interest) as you faintly look him up and down from a distance before looking away. Keep head on a fixed chosen angle or tilt or you can nod a little. (Let him do all the looking steadily at the one person, that's just a part of the inintial stages in the "Mating, Dating, and Relating" game).

SurlySammy 138 pts

Reapeat process if warranted. These composite welcoming signals should altogether convey over to him the message (providing he's not some clueless dope! that is) to make his play for you. There's all kinds of ways to this art to make it happen. All (gentle in this case) Roads leads to Rome. Takes practice, if the alluring encouragement tact is all new territory for you. But yeah. The main element to all this is SUBTLELY for the inviting charming feminine smile to have maximum effect. It's one of the most (if not only) powerful influence out there on the "Babe vs. Babes Battle field"- Subtlety. Never ever overdo stuff like this. It's all about class and style of your own making and cultivating to take and stay on the primrose path for managing men.

SurlySammy 138 pts

In my first entry I meant "flattering" not flatterig. doggonit! Sorry folks for silly oversight. oh well.

Aabaakawad 483 pts

You've studied this more closely than I have. SurlySammy

Mocha Z 1791 pts

SurlySammy You must have the handbook in the detailed process of the art of attraction! This is good!

SurlySammy 138 pts

Mocha Z

Ha Ha, Thanks. Yeah i guess I do, jumbled up and fleeting in places within my head. Could use a girl friday in it to select, capture, sort, and arranged my ideas for more prompt deliveries. Well....we'll see.

Mocha Z 1791 pts

Aabaakawad I think we should have youtube demonstrations!

Aabaakawad 483 pts

Mocha Z , hmmm , I don't do it very well. My beard and mustache kind of interferes with the effect.

Marcie 257 pts

Taking everything on board here. I didnt have a problem approaching or being approached by young adult men and in my thirties. The problem for me was discerning the players and taking other factors into consideration. Other factors like letting your standards go, character and looking for A LOT of things in common. Shoot I just based by interations on looks!Their is good and bad in each one of us. The only advice I can give you G is to be friends with people of alldifferent races, interact with them and in so doing you will be able to know strengths of people and your own strengths and weaknesses as well. Dont overthink the interactions and take eveything as it comes. Just know what you want in a date and it will lead to a good relationship with that man regardless of race. Dont be too paranoid about what others think of you just be your true self and feel comfortable in your own skin. Good luck.

Brenda55 4388 pts

Lots of good and I must say cleverly expressed advice here. I did not think I would enjoy reading this thread as much as I have. That said to the OP. The advice you are receiving is good and will hold you in good stead in many social situations. You are entering the work world or will do so soon. You will have to work with and interact with and influence all kinds of people of various genders and cultures. The sooner you learn to be comfortable around men and women different than your self the better and more successful you will be in life.

It is a shame that so much of the so called black community is in bunker mode. I really keeps our young people at a sever disadvantage in the global village. Like it or not the Global village is where the opportunities are.

Penny 185 pts

Sorry I'm late to the post.

First...it's "aura" not "aurora".

Next, I need to ask how she is determining someone's "aura". What mannerisms lead her to believe they are weak.

In the same way that she is determining these people have a "weak" aura, there are men who may determining she has an "unfriendly" or "intimidating" aura. I myself am guilty of "not smiling". My suggestion is to get into activities where you can be yourself (I'm assuming you are actually friendly when people get to know you or you are relaxed and comfortable."). For example, if you volunteer at an animal shelter and you are relaxed around the animals, other men who volunteer there (and who share that interest with you) will see you in your relaxed state and you'll seem more approachable. So I suggest putting yourself in relaxed settings which have a mixture of males and females.

Just a thought and something to consider.

Bunny77 1024 pts

I'm wondering about that too.

I've always been a believe in the "like those who like you back" mentality. That doesn't mean you have to give every single dude who approaches the time of day (and some shouldn't get it... like the losers with nothing to offer who approach every woman), but I need to know why these guys who are around you have "weak" auras.

Again, I don't know much about you, but in general, this is something else I've seen a lot among younger women. They're quick to talk about what types of men betta not even think of approaching (nerdy, shorter, quieter, etc.), but then get mad when they themselves aren't being approached by the over 6-foot, cool guy who's the life of the party and who everyone wants to be around.

(And no, I'm NOT doing the "BW only want thug BM" thing. Not at all.)

I don't know a thing about the letter writer, and I'm not saying she's doing this at all... but there's a possibility she is... and shooting herself in the foot because she's not entertaining men who could be the best match for her.

Penny

Bunny77 1024 pts

Oh, as for the intimidating thing...

Sometimes, that's an overused word that guys say when they are in the "sowing wild oats" stage and know they aren't looking for anything serious... so they don't approach a serious-minded young woman when they know they are probably not going to do her right, so to speak. So "intimidating" is less about the woman than it is about the men themselves and their own maturity level. In my case, I was called that a lot, and yet, I was bubbly/giggly/friendly... so how could I be both? Come on now...

I agree with ways people have mentioned that the girl could make herself seem more approachable, but for the most part, I'd ignore the "intimidated" guys. Most of them have something else going on, and "intimidated" is often the catchphrase they use as an excuse.

Penny

MeenaYBWDTLW 13 pts

Bunny77Penny I also remember this tactic. It was used on me a lot in high school and more so by the black guys. However, I believe it was a reflection of them knowing that I was on the high achieving path that I was and the majority of them could not hold a candle to me when it came to my academic endeavors.

Bunny77 1024 pts

Yep Meena, I think we're onto something.

When I think of my young white/Asian/Hispanic friends who were smart and cute and who didn't always get dates, not one of them said they were told they were "intimidating." They might start getting it as they move up the career ladder and end up in high-level positions, but in high school and college? Nope. No one ever called them intimidating.

This word seems to be reserved for focused young black women, regardless of their actual demeanor. Cause I certainly was NOT shy or reserved, so they couldn't say my demeanor intimidated them!

MeenaYBWDTLWPenny

Chi 26 pts

yes, the 'intimidating' label fascinated me when it was placed on me by several guys in high school. i saw how they treated girls that they weren't intimidated by. i preferred my lot by a mile! lol! i was respected and treated like a queen almost. i liked that. i was in nigeria so there wasnt a lot of the nastiness that goes on in the the states. i would probably have been insulted a lot more if i had attended a co-ed high school in the uk or the us. the first time i was insulted by a guy because i did not smile back or accept his 'making eyes' at me, i was 16 and had only been in the uk for a couple of months. that was a shocking experience. thank heavens i did not have to deal with that on a daily basis. Bunny77 MeenaYBWDTLW Penny

MeenaYBWDTLW 13 pts

Bunny77Penny Might I also add, this 'intimidating' label has been used on me in other areas of my life. In almost all of those situations, I was often surrounded by individuals of a lower socio-economic/class/intellectual status than my own. At university though, I had one girl really check her thought process after she called me the dreadful 'I' word, when I responded, "I fear no one but my Creator, and if you somehow feel intimidated by me when I am simply being who He created me to be, then perhaps you should evaluate why another person's shine makes you feel less than in some way. She had no response. Sometimes it has nothing to do with the one who is labeled intimidating as much as it is about the insecurities of the labeler. Society and the world might try to dim the flame of accomplished black women, but don't allow it. When one starts to bend and contort themselves to appear less "intimidating," you are not living to your full potential. I am sure thousands of accomplished black women have heard this term used to describe them from people of all walks of life. Food for thought! I think that might be the beginning of a new thesis!

LovingMyself 193 pts

Omg, "G" I could've written this e-mail. I'm in the same boat. Around the same age, but let's just say I've been kept under lock and key and was never really able to express myself under my parents' constant supervision. Now, that I've moved out of the country I've just gone on my first "meeting." Not a date, since I decided to try the online thing. It was a good experience for me. I learned some things about the type of man that I want and some of the qualities he has to have. There wasn't any chemistry for me, but for him I think he saw there was. Honestly, he was too feminine for me, even for a European. Some bells rang in my head, and I listened to them. And I'm glad I did, because I took it as a process of learning to trust myself, which I'm doing.

There was one thing that he told me, that is still with me. Unfortunately I can't remember word for word, but as he said something like, " I can see/sense that something in you is trying to come out. And it will." Then we parted ways. I really wish I could remember exactly what he said. But maybe I unconsciously blocked it out? Hmmm... I don't know. I do know I am working on myself. It's sort of like what a close friend told me when I called her. "You can't see the changes taking place, but from the outside looking in, you're changing slowly, becoming more bold, but still the same person. I can't see it. Hell, maybe I refuse to see it because it's scary. Coming out of your shell is a scary process. At least for me.

Whoah, got off topic a tad! This is more of a journal entry, lol.

SurlySammy 138 pts

ALRIGHT!!! IT’S Time for me to show my worst crabby side!!! To live up to my blog cognomen :-?

Say Darling, it sounds to me like your afflicted with a forbidding deadpan that can be frustratingly misleading to those not knowing you well enough to know better. It can be off-setting and upsetting. I should know as I’ve (thanks to mums & dadums combined genetics in me) have this same awful problem, what with my deep-set dark eyes, square jaws, heavy brow, and prominent cheek bones imparting to my mug a rather stalwart, cruel & draconian looking aspect to me that has given many many many (esp. the feeble-minded) definite ideas about me that’s caused me trouble. Now I’m not as intimidating and brute looking as oh....Victor Mature back in his heyday (that guy in the face looked a rough-hewn carved block of stone came to life *shivers*!) But neither am I a young pretty-boy Ricky Shroder. But, however, do (as I have practiced more of some time ago to negate the rising fear and anxiety and dread in others unfamiliar with me and my heart) what the most of the Lovely Lady bloggers here have wisely advise and that is, SMILE girl esp. around people new to you.

SurlySammy 138 pts

But it’s doesn’t have to be done constantly, Like Bob Barker’s accommodating "The Price is Right" hand-clapping sex pots being happy over anything (I guess because they were getting paid BIG cushy-money the same regardless what contestant lost or won and couldn’t suppress the overwhelming joy of it). But do so as often as discretion advises. That will soften your otherwise hard look and clear the air of adverse tensions between you and those you want to take an interest in you. But yeah, wear a smile sprinkled with cinnamon and added sugar, be pretty, care about your looks and attire (Benjamin Franklin stressed the importance of good clean becoming clothing [in one of his essays I’ve read so long ago] even to those that are poor and working class but have dreams to do better – clean pressed apron, clean shirt and pants, clean polished shoes and boots. He preached clothes, tastefully worn, makes a very important impression, especially on those whom respect and eventual aid you to aspire to earn!).

Watch your manners, keep profanity (if you must use it, which I really can’t see why) to a strict minimum (folks will judge by the speech patterns habitually enlisted – always been that way world over, every since Adam and Eve was given the bums rush out of Eden by Gabriels sward), be polite, civil, amiable, and very particular of your associates.

SurlySammy 138 pts

People can make you or break you. It’s all up to you in the selecting of quality of friends, as oppose to mere qunatity. True friends in need are friends indeed! Also and PLEASE on this! Beware and wise and circumspect of the calculating idiots and bush-leaguers out only to push your buttons and sabotage your social aspirations in hopes of you getting you to loose your temper and get thrown our of out of character to foul you up (people are always watching and evaluating just effects of personal behavior – and emotional slip ups. Never mind the causes for them, sad to say). Otherwise this will put you in an unfair false position of becoming a pawn in the hands of those fond of playing insidious games - by unscrupulously underhanded and subtle means – and relish reinforcing the bunk stereotype of "Black Girls are Crazy" dreck and have you talked about badly esp. by White females (who are notorious with this, as females go) spearheading the topic with their boyfriends and family members as "See?! I told you! Black girls are crazy and not to be trusted, and I HATE THEM!!!"

SurlySammy 138 pts

It was easy to predict this stupid ghetto tantrum outburst from her over nothing, in her mean-looking face she wore constantly on her first day here!" Just advise from experience and observation, that’s all. Now to be fair, not all Caucasians (the sophisticated and intelligent one’s who are shrewd enough to be no one’s fool) will buy into this fictional cock and bull, and will check rapidly the one’s amongst them that will try to stir up racially motivated hate rubbish. Believe me, they will. But as saying, there’s lots of dirty folks and sludgeballs (male and female and "shemale", black and white and twilight) out there, esp on college grounds and clambakes with mean agendas of provocations of their own, out to set pitfalls for promising people in general to be a social success – on which btw you can use your deadpan (with discretion!) to maximum advantage to keep at bay or put in check for them to straighten up and fly right around ya, if you happen to smell a rat. The same goes for using it on dudes who talk like a big bullet, to get you where they want you, but are nothing but blank cartridges, or duds.

SurlySammy 138 pts

Read lots of material – QUALITY novels, short stories, articles, periodicals, essays, and other mind-building and cultivating text (aside from your academic required readings) of various subjects and ideas and happenings and histories (with a thick Webster’s always at your disposal – which is something that can make for good reading just by itself also at times) all to make yourself intellectual attractive and well-spoken (which is highly conducive to robust unshakable self-confidence ) to the Ace Alpha-Gents who are turned on by a girl with also a voluptuous mind and not just her fat behootyhind. Hint hint? Which errr, is the other intangible half of irresistible feminine sex-appeal (at least in my book). If you targeting Educated mature White Men, this is key for they tend to be the most eclectic and well-informed bunch (along with their female counterparts) and Gawd are they a glutton for trivia & other minutia facts!!! Had to tag that onJ (he he). Wishing you The best of Great fortune for ya Sweets. Chow.

Christelyn 3210 pts moderator

That's GREAT advice, Sammy! SurlySammy

LaughingEyes 14 pts

SurlySammy No truer words have been said!!! i for one am looking for a relationship that will lead to marriage before graduation day. i want an engagement ring before i get my iron ring! he will be someone who will by all accounts be a catch so all of that prep work is minimum requirement.

What has worked for me:

Be the girl that the type of guy you want would want to show off!!! especially in uni, IMHO, being in shape is not optional. Learn (and master) a foreign language eg french, spanish, mandarin, etc, get a part time job on campus if you can, volunteer with the international student society and join a club like swimming, running, cycling, lawn tennis, skiing etc. in terms of your attire, you should never have an off day!!! another favourite of mine; study at a starbucks near the uni or downtown-.have a regular time you pop in with one friend or alone!!! and being vegan doesnt hurt. i did all these because its me, and i have enjoyed the advantages that come with.

never EVER be caught off guard by that non black gf of yours. those are the deadliest because you dont see it coming. sleep with one eye open. really the girl-girl dynamics with my non BW friends are different and i have learnt the hard way. i used to think that i ddnt havent to me in a place where i wasnt welcome. uhm...wrong-im competition and these girls take this seriously, so should you. if im looking for a guy these girls consider good enough for them, i will have to frequent these spots until they expect me to show up. i might as well be comfortable because im there to stay.

having said all this, it helps to remember that EVERYONE is a mirror image of yourself, your own thinking coming back at you.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

Much thanks to you, SurlySammy, for cracking open college life from your viewpoint. Here's my story.

I don't know what sort of school you go to. The classic big college/university has four strata of students. Starting at the top, there are the Greek life frat/sorority types, the Dorm Rats, the Lives Within A Quarter Mile of Campus in a Ratty Overpriced Apartment and at the absolute bottom, Commuter Students. Commuter Students is a catch-all for ghost students like the lives at home with mom and dad townies, wealthier international students, older students grimly pursuing a degree to better themselves and low on the social order Asians. I doubt you're in a sorority, as they have your social life rigidly and narrowly planned out for you and you wouldn't be writing here.

The following is a cautionary tale for you, MIss "G". When I didn't get into CalTech, MIT, Carnegie Mellon or RIT, I went to my fallback safety school, Noname Poly in Nowhere College Town in Mid-Nowhere, Inner Non-Coastal California, all foothills and cows. At the time, they required freshmen to live in dorms and after three horrible weeks in the 24/7 noisy dorm with Party Animal Roommate, I "pulled the D-Ring" and lived in my car for the week that it took me to find a room about four miles from the campus. I became A Commuter Student and have been ever since and am one now. Commuter student for Undergrad, Mid-Pack Medical School and B-List University PhD program. Commuter Student for Life, Commuter Student Pride World-wide, etc. I retained my cafeteria card when I bailed and ate on campus, hung out at the library most of the rest of the time and slept in the evening.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

The other two people in the apartment were two Thai waitresses, five and six years older than me, who worked 10-12 hours a day, 13 out of 14 days in a row in a Thai restaurant. I got the room because I looked thin, pathetic and harmless to them and I lied my face off and swore up and down that I was Gay and promised not to ever touch them or ever, ever have anyone over at all, ever. They also realized I could help them with their English and studying for the US Citizenship Exam, which I had passed two years before. Two more in a long line of smart Asian women. 'We can get the good English from nerdy geeky gayboy!' I pretty much had the place to myself, as they went to work at 10 AM and got home at 3 AM dead tired while I was asleep. I left early in the morning, ate in the cafeteria during the day, studied in the Library before, between and after class and settled into a routine whereby I felt School was just a job, in fact the World's Second Crappiest Job. Crappiest Job In The World was, of course, Thai waitress working tips-only in a Thai restaurant owned by a shady Chinese triad guy. I 4.0'd the first quarter and life was, if not good, at least not intolerable. On their day off, I'd teach whichever one was not working basic English vocabulary, grammar and written alphabet, as they wrote in Thai. Then two hours of rote memoraization if Citizenship Exam Questions.

In the last half of the second quarter, I realized that I needed some sort of guidance or help with the whole ESL thing with the two Thai girls. Convinced in my mind that the school would be of zero help for me, as I wasn't White, Black or Hispanic and too far down the Asian social totem pole as a Commuter Student, I reached out in desperation to a Chinese guy I knew from Second Quarter Calculus who was also cruising through the class on auto-pilot like me. We'd had it in high school and it was a snooze. He informed me that well, yes, he was Ethnic Chinese and spoke Taishanese [after a fashion], but his family was actually, uhm, erm, well, from, uh, ya know, uhm, [please don't hate me, please] The Republic of The Philippines. Filipino, ko ba, talaga. Like I cared; I thought at first he was confessing to a Class A Felony. He was Chinese enough for my bottom-dwelling standards.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

He hooked me up with an immigrant services organization loosely affiliated with the Filipino Student Association, who provided me with real ESL learning materials and some training, not enough to get me a TESOL certification, but enough to get the job done. He also dragged me off to Filipino student activites and they were a much-needed chance at some tattered semblance of a social life. They didn't care that I wasn't a Filipino, heck, a quarter of them were Filipino-Chinese; pretty much anybody was welcomed. Now, at least, I had some friends besides the waitresses. I started working with the immigrant group, as I had plenty of time in the first year of college and started to like life again because I was helping other people. I was happier and 4.0'd the second quarter, no problem. I got a cafeteria only pass, changed my official address to a mailbox rental place nearby my new home and life went on.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

Third quarter was much better, as I now had some purpose in my life, working with immigrants who didn't have the freedom and flexibility to avail themselves of even the free or low-cost ESL and citizenship classes at the local community college and getting the waitresses on track to written and oral English proficiency and the rote memorization of the Official Correct Answers. I wangled a reference out of one of the fathers of one of the Filipino students and got an unpaid internship for the summer back in LA. I was back living large at the splendid home in Palos Verdes, working in Anaheim. All was good until my parents and grandmothers [Grandmother Eng was still alive back then] started grilling me about my swell activity-filled life on the picturesque campus of NoName. I finally, one Sunday afternoon, told them the truth, the whole ugly truth and nothing but the stanky truth and they were very dissappointed in me and also mad at NoName. They told me I had to live in the dorm and like it and I told them that I would NOT and that with my grades [4.0'd the third quarter for a cumulative GPA of 4.0] I could get into pretty much any *Community College* anywhere [Community College; that shook them up, especially the mere mention of a particular one near South Central LA] and that I'd even rather wait tables in a Thai restaurant for the rest of my life than ever, ever, EVER live on campus again; take it or leave it. Not that I ever did that, but it was a good threat.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

My father dragged me outside and he was furious. He informed me that I knew nothing about crappy campus life, after all he'd gone to Medical School in London. I realized at that moment he'd had a much crappier experience than I had. He'd had to deal with REAL racism and I was just dealing with disgust at drunk students and pissy school-hatred. I liked the classes, don't get me wrong; I lived to go to class and learn, but I actually had it pretty soft compared to his ordeal.

He told me that I had screwed up my college experience in rural, idyllic NoName and it was my job to unscrew it.

He was right. I had basically screwed up my college experience on the first day after the first weekend when I told my roommate to never speak to me ever again or I'd kill him in his drunken stupor. I further screwed it up by not using the policies and procedures available to me to rectify my situation because I didn't think the school cared or even wanted people like me. Digging myself in deeper, I had completely blown off everything the college had to offer as far as activities and student organization. It made him [relatively] happy that I'd FINALLY connected with the Filipinos, but that I should NEVER feel inferior to the American Born Chinese, because they were just a bunch of lazy losers who couldn't get into UC or USC or Stanford or The Ivies. Their parents had no right to be proud of them as they were bad children from bad parents. Ultimate Chinese insult. At least, according to him, I was helping the immigrants, which is more than the ABC's ever thought to do besides dress up in costumes and do a dragon parade. He was grudingly proud of me for that, for finding purpose in helping others. Still, he demanded that I go back to NoName and unscrew my life by participating in what he and my mother were paying for. And finally, the waitresses had to go. Period.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

He was right, as he is usually right. And this is what the takeaway from my horrid first year in college is for you. Get involved in the rich experience your school has to offer. This same NoName college had nearly 400 student organizations, clubs and activities at the time, it has nearly 550 this year, according to the alumni magazine. If you're not stuck in the middle of Mid-Nowhere, the community around you also has a lot to offer, the city life, the people who live in the town, the opportunities to do good for others, even the entertainment BS, if you like that sort of thing. I don't; but that's just me. Don't give up on the people around you and don't just become a robot who makes good grades. It can actually be a fun experience and yes, you'll meet men. Men are easy to meet and get to know. The whole meeting men thing is completely overthought by most women. Most women think the finding a guy thing looks like this: http://www.nasa.gov/centers/langley/images/content/70412main_KSC-99PP-0412.JPG

If you can somehow bring yourself to smile, be pleasant and show some interest in a young man who will show some interest in you, it really, from my male viewpoint and my background in Clinical Neurophysiology and Neuroscience, looks more like this: http://www.saltysmarine.com/images/19053.gif plus some vetting. No astronaut wings required. Just a smile, pleasant body language and eye contact. Basic flirting, no Psych degree needed.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

Try to remember, you're there to get educated and find out things about yourself and others that will prepare you for the rest of your life and the campus life around you is a very important part of all that. Do well at that and life will probably be good; screw it up and you're playing catch-up until you're dead. I know. I may be andMD getting a PhD in Neuroscience, but I'm still working at catch-up.

Lastly, to lightly comment on the posts of others, acting all dumb with sports fans gets you a sports fan. Period. There are two kinds of men in the world; those who read the sports page first [and mostly last] and those who read the business page first. I know which ones the Dreaded Asian Girls look for and it isn't the one who can name the starting lineup for the Dodgers. Unless you're looking for a future as an ESPN-widow who makes sandwiches for His Sacred Testosterone-Charged Superbowl Sunday With His Buddies, wherby you sit in the kitchen with the other wives hating your life, I'd avoid the sports fans. College clubs and student groups related to your major [unless it's Womens Studies, LOL] have lots of men in them. Men who are interested in the same stuff you are. International student associations are also good. Like I said before, start now and don't delay.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

Back to the backstory. While my father was lambasting me by the koi point behind the pool, my mother and grandmothers were solving the problem. Money talks. They all three agreed to find and jointly buy a duplex ["good investment!"] a couple of miles from the campus and installed me in the empty unit a week before Fall Quarter resumed. I'd been admitted to the College of Engineering and had met the group of nerds and geeks I'd spend the next three years of my life with, doing Biomedical Engineering. About two weeks into the quarter, I checked in on the Thai women and saw that things were not good. I moved them into the bedroom with the attached bath in the duplex, rent-free under some conditions. The conditions were that they'd cut back their work hours and get into ESL and citizenship classes at the local Community College, which, I would pay for. Plus, light housekeeping, and by that I mean keeping the place clean and doing my laundry. They agreed and, since they were month-to-month at the apartment, they quickly moved what little they had in. I dealt with the resultant delayed explosion from my parents by telling them that's how it is. I think the week of living in my car helped me grow a pair.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

I continued with the immigrant services group, rising in the organization and started fully participating in the Robotics Club and several Biomedical Engineering interest groups. I also got into battle bots and some other good clean geek fun. Never went to a sports game, or any activity that involved dancing or where alcohol was served, just on general principles and because I didn't have to. Screw that crap, it's not for me. I also stayed in the Filipino student groups and had a seriously good time with them. The Thai waitresses continued to work but found themselves drawn into the educational opportunities at the ComColl. The best thing about Community Colleges is that everyone is a Commuter Student; no shame attached. Last I heard, they'd finished their Associate degrees and had permanently kissed waitressing goodbye. Happy ending for them. They deserve it. They were good to me when no one else was. They deserve everything good in life. Perhaps, in some bizarre karmic way, they are the reason that every physician in my group practice is an immigrant. Maybe that's why when I have some sort of crisis, I look for help among the immigrant community. I have no other rational explanation.

A bunch of 4.0 quarters and a couple of 3.7, 3.8 quarters followed. I was able to get into Mid-Pack Med School not so much on the GPA and MCAT scores and because I didn't need financial aid, but more because of the volunteer work and leadership positions I had in the immigrant services group. At the end, I was Student Director of Continental Asian Services, covering Chinese, Vietnamese, Cambodian and, yes, Thai among others, clients. THAT'S what set me apart and THAT'S what got me in. Extracurriculars and student activities are actually quite important for jobs and graduate education.

Law Wanxi 3324 pts

Christelyn SurlySammy

Mom inherited Grandmother Eng's share of the duplex and she and Grandmother Chu purchased a condo for me to live in near Mid-Pac Med School. They sold it after I graduated and again, actually turned a decent profit on the property. Everyone's happy. Even me.

And now, ladies, you know too much about me. Yeah, the fancy-pants Doctor once lived in his car for a week. Helps me have a smidgen of insight when I see families, whole intact families, living in their cars and they don't have a dorm room to go back to and a meal card.

But, hey, the NBA lockout is over! Good cheer for everyone. Else.

Brenda55 4388 pts

Law WanxiChristelyn SurlySammyLaw I have to say I enjoyed reading every word of this. All I can say that there is some woman out there who is going to be on of the luckiest women in the world when you marry her. You are intelligent, confident, hard working, entertaining, generous and caring. You are a class act my friend. Why you are not hitched can only be because you are not ready. Get the deed done and soon don't let those high quality genes go to waste. I want an announcement and then word that there are several little Law Wanxis on the way.

nuntius 94 pts

Law Wanxi

Dr. Law, you may describe yourself as a curmudgeonly 85 year old, but this is a really heart warming story.

Darn you, darn you for pulling me out of lukerdom once again.

There's no need to feel inferior to the ABCs at the no-named colleges. Nor the ABCs at the Ivies either: deep inside, they're pretty insecure too and that's why they have to keep to themselves, black clothes, flashy cars, sun glasses and all. Being around anyone else, especially new immigrants, would blow the truth that we all have more in common than we think.

You're lucky that you realized that earlier to be able to make a real impact.

SurlySammy 138 pts

Christelyn

Yeah. But much cordial apologies to you and all for the typos and slight omissions. I was perusing other readings and typing so much on other matters (for about a straight 8) that when time came for me to read the "QOW" & comment my entries, my capacities for alert attentiveness correctness seemed to have taken leave to somewhere else. Oh well, can't weep and moan over a spilled New York Piña(ta) Colada, as I'll need to conserve my inner wetness for for something more melodramatic, like for sheding the most tears at my own funeral, esp. in case no one shows up:( The ultimate double disappointment! Tee hee! Ain't I a goof?

Karla 2845 pts

@Law Wanxi I loved reading your narrative!

SurlySammy 138 pts

Law WanxiChristelyn

Not meaning to grotesquely break in here like some flea bitten gargoyle but for correction sake, Actually I'm a half-breed dusky African American and Non-African American MALE bastard from UCLA Medical Center (uuuh where I was decanted but not out of some bottle), who's been raised in some predominately LA beat-up Black Community - who BTW can pass for the looks of some goddamn Puerto Rican thug (who’s fond of surreptitiously breaking and entering in peoples highly petrol-efficient fiberglass cars with computer controlled fuel-injection systems and driving them into their backyard swimming pools after I get sick and tired and completely fed-up with being bored of a criminal joy ride in them), if not a some suspiciously cagey-looking Mexican or Middle

SurlySammy 138 pts

Law WanxiChristelyn

Eastern marauder (wearing long and fat sticks of dynamite concealed all around against my bare torso underneath my shirt and coat and ready to relinquish up my life gingerly by the subtle yank of a string attached to a detonating fuse that’ll sound off a cute little discreet "pop"-like noise, to the ultimate servitude of Allah and other powerfully revered Islamic Saints dead since Constantinople got ransacked by the Ottoman Jive Turkeys, who (I reckon) was driven by some uncontrollable irrepressibly overpowering yen to go out and conquer and take over this and that in the name of the first edition of the Quran on the other side of this globe, in some densely crowded US shopping mall’s food court at lunch hour) as you have no doubt read some of the reasons why in my very first entry on this page.

SurlySammy 138 pts

Law WanxiChristelyn

You know, the kind with literally a liquor store on every goddamn corner of the block along a main drag with more of them along several storefront clipjoint "Churches" in between, flanked by sundries of 5-and dimes and fried chicken and BBQ greasy sleezy spoons and seedy Laundromats playing Motown hits in them. And the only white people who venture about in it are the DAMN trigger-happy COPS with very unsympathetic attitudes (no downright grave disrespect to our Ladies and Gentlemen donning uniforms belonging to the vast Law Enforcement Movement while on the clock and spending half their shift at Winchell's.) YEAH! Dat kind of sparkling & dazzling American ghetto that glitters like twinkle wittle stars in the turgid night with it’s noir inhabitants.