Sunday night, I sat down to dinner at a Thai restaurant in Eastern Market with two of my friends. The waiter had just served my dinner, a vegetarian glass noodles dish, and I was about to dig in when I felt the vibration of my Sidekick. I’d been waiting for it all day, really all month. The Board of Trustees had just met to decide whether or not to continue supporting their appointment of Dr. Fernandes. I didn’t think it could turn out good. Nothing seemed to get through to them. I didn’t have any hope. From the start of the protest, I was deeply disappointed that no one from the Board or the administration tried to listen to the protesters or even showed the slightest sign of interest. There was madness at Gallaudet and no one seemed to care.

Earlier that morning when I woke up, I had intense feelings of sadness and frustration. My life has been completely disrupted for the last month. I haven’t attended classes regularly. I’ve barely worked more than five hours at my job. I’ve been walking the campus helplessly in a daze. I’ve been checking email, blogs, the news obsessively. I didn’t think anything good would come out of all of this and began wondering if there were any point to it all. How many more buildings would the protesters take over? How many more students would be arrested? How many more would get hurt? How many more negative news reports would I have to read? How many more tents would I have to see on my way through the front gate? How many more conversations would start with “So the protest…”? I couldn’t take much more of it.

When I felt my Sidekick go off at the dinner and I read the statement from the Board of Trustees, “Gallaudet’s Board of Trustees votes to terminate Dr. Jane Fernandes appointment as president,” I didn’t have much hope. I kept thinking “Of course, they’re going to stick by their decision. They won’t let a ‘mob of dissenters’ overtake their decision. They won’t give in.” I had to read the email over and over before the word “terminate” finally sunk in. Jane’s gone? They’ve decided to terminate her? With a spurt of energy, I waved over the waiter and asked for a box for my uneaten vegetarian glass noodles. I wanted to go to Gallaudet and celebrate with everybody else.

On the way over in my friends’ car, I forwarded the announcement to anyone and everyone I could think of. Replies poured in instantaneously. One of my friends responded “Ugh.” I replied, “What do you mean?” He told me, “This protest wasn’t about Jane. While I’m glad she’s out, I have a sinking feeling about what’s gonna happen next.” He’s right in a way. This protest unveiled a great many issues that people are going to need to resolve. A better administration. A more appropriate communication policy. More sensitivity towards diversity and international student issues. It’s not going to be easy. People are already tired from the protest and, like Allison Kaftan said in her recent blog, they want their lives back. Are they going to be able to keep the same fire we’ve seen in the protesters the last few weeks? Are they going to be able to get to what really matters?

When I got to Gallaudet toting my box of vegetarian glass noodles, everyone I encountered gave me a big hug and uttered some exclamation, “Wow!”, “We did it!”, “Yes!”, “Pah!”, “Can you believe it?” The spirit was contagious and I started to feel better. Those feelings of sadness and frustration I had earlier in the morning were being diminished and replaced with hope. It may be silly to give in to such irrational and premature feelings. I’ve seen enough to understand that it’s difficult to change the system, and most people are just too indifferent to try. But I like this feeling of hope, I think I’ll hold onto it.


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