Perspectives- Consent

I am writing an essay about the Dakota Access Pipeline and I came across a strange phrase. “Informed Consent”. My thoughts immediately went to consent in general and our government’s perspective of consent. In the legal sense, we avoid the topic of consent like the plague until it directly benefits the person who is inevitably going to win. In cases of Tribal Law, they avoid the topic because the government doesn’t care about the rights they are infringing on. In sexual assault cases, they view consent in a form that focuses on the consent of the offender. The victim’s consent doesn’t matter. Why does this occur? It’s a perplexing fact that should be fixed within our system.

I believe that consent is consent. We learn in kindergarten that yes means yes and no means no. Why does our government not follow this basic principle? It’s causing an uncomfortable problem. There is a great video about consent that everyone should see. It talks about sexual consent but I feel like it could be applied in multiple ways.


I’m Terrified

I’m setting out to do something that I fear. I’m working to get to where I want to go. And it terrifies me. Over the summer I am taking the maximum allowed credits. Twenty-one. Most of my classes are online and I’m nervous to begin classes that have so much weight in a format that I don’t like. Not only that, but I have to do good. I need to succeed in these classes to the point that I am an overachiever. To many people this will be silly and unnecessary. They will tell me I should just complete my associates degree before transferring. But I don’t want to do that. I want to get the majority of my course work done on the campus that makes me feel accepted and wanted. I want to be pursuing my dreams with people that I care about and that care about me. Some people are telling me that where I want to be is too pretentious or that I’m not preppy enough for it but then I have others who tell me that I would fit in really well there. I’m even mistaken for a student there all the time. With a split group of support, I feel uneasy that this would be the concern. I’m nervous about so much that I feel queasy about education for right now. It’s leaving me terrified.


It’s July. You’ve moved in to your new apartment early. You get to play the waiting game. You wonder what they’ll be like and if you’ll like them. You wonder where they go to school. You wonder what kind of food they eat. You wonder if they like to party a lot. You hope they’re nice. You wonder what they are planning on bringing and if you’ll need to pick up anything extra. You get their contact information so you can call them and try and get to know them. They don’t respond and you begin to wonder. You also wonder who the other two will be. But you don’t know. They haven’t leased the other side of your apartment yet.

All of a sudden it’s the other move in day! You are so excited to meet your roommates that you leave a card out because you have to work but it’s an open invitation to go and get coffee or make dinner together. You go to work just wondering who it will be and what they will be like. When you get home you peek around the corner into the bedroom and nobody is there. You’re slightly sad because they aren’t there. The walls are still bare,  the bed still unmade. You chance a glance in the closet and there is still nothing there. You go about the rest of your night.

A few weeks pass and then one day you walk inside from work and you see the door closed and the light on! You aren’t sure who the elusive new roommate is. You tentatively knock on the door to say hello. She responds then continues to unpack. You walk into the kitchen and still find it barren. You let her know that she is free to use whatever space she needs. She nods but says that she eats on campus. You think it’s strange but say no more. A few days pass and you haven’t seen her. You wonder what she’s like.

A knock on the door startles your thoughts. You answer and find someone there asking to come in. You let her in and she walks around. She says she will be your new roommate soon! She’s moving from a different apartment. She asks a few questions then heads out the door. She waves and says she already had the key but didn’t want to frighten the two of us that were already there.

A few weeks go by and you are coexisting with your roommates. You get along quite well with your newer roommate and you end up becoming friends. The quiet roommate will talk to you sometimes and every so often she smiles. You are strangers living in the same flat. But that’s okay. She’s shy. She’s also very busy because she’s graduating this year. She’s a little stressed out about courses and grades and making sure she graduates on time.

Now it’s time to say goodbye. You’re best friend roommate is gone. The quiet roommate is still in her room studying because it’s her exam week. It’s been a crazy year and you can’t wait to meet your new roommates next year.

Mellow May

It’s going to be a pretty rough week. I think I’m going to make it a priority to take care of myself. I’ve been pretty homesick and I’m hoping to combat that with possibly getting closer and making more friends in this area. I’ve unknowingly been closing myself off to the possibility of creating friends in this area. So that should be changing and hopefully with a playlist of more relaxing music, I can create a more friendly attitude.

mellow may- may 2017


It’s now 6am. The dread that is filling my stomach is intense. I have a research paper due in three hours and I have to be at work for two of them. At least it’s only the instructor draft right? Maybe they’ll take pity on me and they won’t mind that its basically just a fully developed outline at this point. I hope. I’m starting to get even more nervous but I know that I just have to suck it up and submit a partial assignment.

A Letter About Education.

Dear Reader,

I live in the United States. It’s a great nation (sometimes). We have a lot of freedoms (sometimes). For the most part we are a nation filled with wealth and prosperity. Until you walk a mile in the shoes of a student. Let me paint you a little picture.

It’s six o’clock in the morning. The sun is just barely peeking over the mountainous terrain around me. I’m awake. I’m walking out to my car so I can drive to work. I get in my older car, a 2005 Ford Taurus, and head down a one-way street. On my right, I drive past a pivotal part of my community. Gonzaga University. Higher Education. I’m almost drooling as I see the early morning sun starting to kiss the edges of campus. I drive up a little further and I go towards that lovely sign that says Dutch Bros. I see it and smile because it’s not the first time that day that I’ve been there. This is one of two trips already. All nighters sure are the best. I smile as I get my coffee and head back towards the road so I can continue my commute to work. But a part of me pauses, my smile falters. Should I have spent this money on coffee? Or should I have put it in my college fund. I think as I drive about the multiple mornings I’ve purchased coffee. I think about the times that coffee is the only reason I could make it through the day. Sure it isn’t healthy, but it was necessary to have to get through my SAT’s, state testing, double performances, tennis tournaments, and finals. The constant stress and the need for heightened productivity is getting us stuck in a caffeine induced haze. As I think through all of those mornings, I think about driving to school with mom and enjoying my morning coffee, getting coffee with my friends, meeting with people over coffee for work. The positive moments with that cup of coffee is what makes me want to enjoy it everyday.

That college fund won’t miss those few dollars that I spend on remembering things that make me happy. So I get my coffee because I deserve to have that bit of happiness to mask all of the dread of the day ahead. My schedule is ridiculous because of everything I have to get done. I am up at 5:30am nearly everyday. I get to my first client at 7am and finish by 9am. Then I rush to the other side of town so I can get to class. I’m in class from 9:30 to 11:30. Then it’s back to work. I then work from about 12pm to 5 or 6pm.  I do this every day. Monday through Friday. Then I work all day Saturday. Sometimes my work calls and asks me to take shifts on Sunday. Because of the bills I have to pay, I don’t want to refuse the hours. But my mental health also has to be taken into consideration.  I have this internal struggle. Do I go to work so I can pay my bills or do I give myself a day to recharge and complete my classwork? I don’t want my grades to struggle but I also don’t want to have to call my parents asking for money either. I take the shift knowing that I now have to work twice as hard during the day before my shift. That struggle is a problem for me every single day. Because of the constant stress of wondering whether or not I’m working enough, my mental health starts to slide. Then when that happens, I notice that my classwork suffers. The moments of happiness start to disintegrate into oblivion.

We live in a country that values education but doesn’t value mental health. The mental health of our students, our future leaders, is sometimes in a questionable state of flux because of the cost of receiving the education they need, the stress of getting the grades they need, and trying to balance life on top of it. People in my generation have lost the ability to grow and focus on personal development because we expect them to go to school full time, work full time, and get amazing grades. The students that participate in sports and extra curricular activities are the lucky ones. The scholarships that they worked hard to get are allowing them a little flexibility, but they also are having to work to be able to pay for other things in life. We don’t see students struggling, social media is a showcase not reality. What is being posted is often a staged version of a moment of their reality. Walk through a common study area in a university though and you will find  students stressing over exams, writing and rewriting essays, and drinking copious amounts of coffee. On the weekends, you see people posting about the parties they are going to. One would hope that they aren’t drinking too much. Unfortunately on a national level, about 80% of our students are drinking. And 70% of them are reporting that they drink around 4 drinks per instance of drinking. Which isn’t too bad, but how often are they drinking? After a few conversations with some of my friends in college, this number is varied but constantly over 3 days a week. Alcohol is a depressant. Is this really what we want students doing? Is this is a way to cope with the stress that’s being unloaded on them? If so, how can we fix this?

Even with the insane amounts of stress and unhealthy coping mechanisms, each university and college in this area is a force to be reckoned with. We support them. We go out and watch their sporting events and theatre productions, but we aren’t supporting them mentally or emotionally. Our country still hasn’t made it a priority to make higher education affordable enough that stress can be eliminated. Our students are leaving with educations that they can’t always use because of the current state of affairs. When you cut funding for the arts, you take away jobs for the creative types that would flourish there. When you cut education budgets, you eliminate many teaching applicants because there isn’t enough money to hire more teachers. They also aren’t being paid enough to be able to pay off their inevitable student loans. When we make working a priority and cut the creativity, we are losing people. We are losing students who can’t focus on academics, that need the creative outlets.

So, I guess my main problems with our education will always be this; we don’t value creativity, we breed stress, and we hyper focus on money making it impossible for our incoming generations to get a higher education. When we start focusing on children being children, money being put into the education system, and mental health, I will be there with excitement and readiness to continue with education. But for now, I think I’m going to go back to just working full time and trying to support myself.

An Open Letter to Gonzaga University

We all find a place where we belong. I think I found mine. Thank you Gonzaga!

It’s been a few weeks since I wrote this and sent it to Gonzaga. But I want others to read it. Take it in. Maybe go for a campus tour. I promise you’ll feel the same way I do. It’s a wonderful place filled with amazing people.

An Open Letter to Gonzaga University:

Hello everyone!

I wanted to thank you all. You don’t know it, but all of you have touched my heart. You are all so welcoming and kind. I’ve never felt this anywhere else. I am not a student at your university, but anytime I’ve been on campus I’ve been welcomed in many ways. Sometimes it’s something as simple as holding open the door for me or something even more precious to me like smiling as I walked past. Most days I’m going across campus to seek my best friend because I know that being near her will make me feel a little better which is something that I’ve realized I crave. I crave the feeling of belonging somewhere. Being accepted for who I am. Your campus is one of the places that I feel that.

Acceptance isn’t always something that you can easily find. Sometimes it’s in the places that you fear that you’ll find it. I have audition anxiety. I always have. It’s about the fear of not knowing if you’ll be accepted for a role. My friend invited me to audition for the Student Choreography Concert. Originally it was so that I could be in her piece. The strangest thing happened though. I had a panic attack in the middle of my audition and instead of being cut because it was obvious that I couldn’t handle it, I was still accepted. The mentality wasn’t that “Oh she has anxiety and will fail,” it was “I think with enough practice, she can do it.” I ended up not having the right availability to be in hers but that was okay. I was accepted into another piece that was more of a familiar style. I was one of two people at that audition that don’t currently attend GU. But the other might have been an alumni. No one looked at me differently because I wasn’t a student. Honestly, some of them were shocked. They thought I fit right in. Between the students that let me join in their project and the instructors who helped make it happen, I couldn’t be more grateful for the opportunity. Dancing with all of them has been so much fun.

Speaking of dancing, how about the National Championship game? The energy at the McCarthey Athletic Center was insane! Everyone was on their feet cheering and dancing. It was amazing to see and be a part of. I ended up in the front row with some of the seniors. The other students around me just accepted me as being part of the Kennel. I couldn’t have been more excited and amazed at the inclusiveness. In the last few seconds of the game, we were huddling in the front row. I didn’t get left out because I wasn’t a student. They brought me in with them as we collectively held our breaths. I truly felt what it meant to be part of the Kennel. Then as we started the chant after the game, my heart exploded for a love of the campus culture. We may have lost that game, but in the hearts and minds of those surrounding me, I knew we had won. We won a widespread campus unity that included everyone in that building. I saw what it meant to be a Zag.

Originally my intent was to move away from Spokane and go to NYU or back down to California, but something in my heart is telling me that I need to rethink my plans. I don’t know if it’s a divine intervention telling me to get back to my roots, but I think I know that I want to be a Gonzaga Alumni now. I can’t wait to apply and become a part of this culture that’s both challenging and amazing to be a part of. I’m excited for the day that I can meet up with my sister-in-law and talk about our favorite professors on campus!

Until I meet you on campus, thank you.

Samantha Steyart