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And Isn't That Horrifying?

 This month, I'll be featuring the voices of female educators in honor of Women's History Month. More written about this is here.

Guest post by Sydney Brady.

"Take martial arts," my mom says, "or you're probably going to die in college." While this is obviously hyperbole on a very inappropriate level, it is true on so many others.

What are the statistics we, as high school seniors, look at when we apply to colleges? Acceptance rate, rejection rate, graduation rate... and date rape? While there's a 14% chance I'll get accepted into the school of my dreams, there's a 25% chance I'll be raped or sexually assaulted while I am there.

And isn't that horrifying?

On Pinterest, the college survival kits for girls recommend not only cute pens and notebooks but also Mace to, at most, frighten off my inevitable attacker.

When you enter "how to prevent college rape" into the Google search bar, the third article that pops up is from The New York Times. It says that the risk of rape was lowered in colleges when females took a class on how to protect themselves from potential attackers. But measures like these only allow women to be reactive once a sketchy situation occurs. These techniques fail at one key aspect: they don't teach men to be proactive and not rape in the first place.

And isn't that horrifying?

I read a draft of this speech to my mom and asked her if it sounded good. She replied with a grimace, saying, "It's horrifying... but true."

And isn't that horrifying?

The woman who has raised me for 16 years has come to accept the fact that for me to advance my education, I will have to go through hell. My mother has accepted that the pearls on the gates to my dream school only bedazzle an iron frame that locks me into a one-in-four statistic. Shouldn't I have the right to walk through campus, free from gripping my bag a little tighter when I leave the library at night, free from being scared of footsteps behind me, free from having worry about screaming, and Mace-ing, and rape-whistling? But the reality is that I won't be free.

And isn't that horrifying?

So while I will protest martial arts, as I hate them and am uncoordinated, I will reluctantly go. After all, statistics show that I may be gearing up to enter the most traumatic experience of my life.

And isn't that horrifying?


Sydney B. is a junior at Kauai High School. She is a diehard fan of J.K. Rowling, and a self-proclaimed master of Harry Potter trivia. When she's not in school, she can be found running at the track or feeding her fish slices of cucumber.

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