• Uprizine

Spring 2020; Foreward (1/3)

By Hikari Hida

Cover Image By: Macayela Blackhorse

Design/Edit By: Xurian Dively

Translation by: Risa Kobayashi


My best friend wrote me a letter the summer before we graduated from college. The letter said, “open when you’re ready.” I didn’t think much of it at the time, and the letter got lost under a pile of school work and extracurricular activities. That is, before I stumbled upon it the following spring when I needed it the most.

I won’t quote the contents of the letter here, because it’s already been published. It’s the forward to the Spring 2019 edition of uprizine. It was published with the last line left out: “Love, Tricia”


To me, uprizine was everything at times. A passion project, support group, tool used to toxically step into somebody else’s trauma and forget about my own. I’ve grown, I’ve cried, I’ve been recognized by the institution for work that was accomplished because of forces far beyond myself.

I’ve been lucky enough to have first handedly witness what uprizine has become since Tricia and I have left. Uprizine 2.0 has even more students involved and is thriving with creativity and fresh ideas. Issues covered have spread to more than sexual violence to become more inclusive. Some students involved don't even know the magazine’s origin story. Maybe that is for the better.


It’s been less than a year since the Dean begrudgingly let me stand the stage of graduation to speak. A lot can happen in less than a year. In less than a year, you could fall in love with someone who refuses to eat animals but questions the importance of Title IX resources. In less than a year, you could start sobbing during sex because you find that the memories you thought you buried at 19 come rushing back. But in less than a year, little by little, you could also start learning how to infuse formerly scary spaces with light again.


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