Erica Jackson, GS '06, was an English major and was active on GSSC. Apparently she hangs out on campus these days, despite an apparent hatred of Columbia which motivates her to organize the Literature-Writing Major Senior Thesis Reading. Anonymous people have also said that she think she's poor, which they consider to be ironic since she manages to live comfortably in NYC in a 12 x 6 room, with bath and kitchen shared with 17 other women in a women's hotel run by nuns.
Erica has applied to every Columbia graduate program, including the Business School, the School of Social Work, the School of Rock, and the school of Ninjitsu Arts and Sciences, but after being rejected she eventually was accepted, after 40 years in the desert, by both the CalArts MFA program and the School of Hard Knocks.
Erica is related to Crown Prince Willem-Alexander of the Netherlands through her mother's side, and perhaps is one of the only Americans that can claim both a distinct royal lineage and a common American middle-class upbringing.
Some "anonymous and unnamed people" have said that she hates men, especially white men, whom she hates especially. Which is why she mentors people, including men. She's devious like that.
In her free time, between working several jobs and helping the less fortunate, she laughs and laughs at people who sit around devising ways to hate on her.
Excerpts from her blog
"A classmate who was accepted into Columbia'as[sic] MFA writing program told me last year, "I knew exactly what they wanted and I gave it to them." I found that chilling. If that's what an MFA program is about, why not just copy the same books over and over and over again and just change the author's name and title? What scares me is that this woman isn't a great writer and she never will be. She is a competant[sic] one, yes, but her lack of self-reliance and addiction to people pleasing mean she never will be much more. Oh, she'll make great connections there and she'll be published. But her work will never truly change anyone's life."
"Men in these situations often tell me I have no sense of humor, which amuses my friends to no end, since I'm most often described as one of the smartest, funniest and kindest people they know."
"And, should I lose weight and become remotely thin, and at all successful in my career, I know I will deeply resent the men and employers who suddenly acknowledge all I have to offer. I saw it everyday[sic] at Columbia -- semi-attractive women with barely a fraction of my talent and intellect, but people fell all over themselves trying to help them."
"One of the biggest lessons I learned at Columbia was that, because I have twice as many X chromosomes as the next guy, my sole value is in my appearance. It made the difference in whether or not people talked to me, listened to my ideas, how they graded me and in how I was perceived in every situation. Appearance is an accident of who screwed who[sic] for the past few thousand years, why does my entire future hinge on my DNA rather than my intellligence, talent and hard work?"
Fun Fact: Lists "Superior spelling, vocabulary & grammar" on her resume.