Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah.
There are about six weeks left in the semester.
Insert swear word here.
When the semester began, it couldn’t end soon enough. Now that it is almost over, I’m terrified of the next few weeks.
Unfortunately, my “it’s just one of those days”, has no end it sight. This semester has just happened and it left the station without me.
May God give me strength and the ability to concentrate over the next six weeks. My calendar is completely full – I don’t know where I will find the time to accomplish any of the stuff I have to do.
Insert another swear word here, maybe two.
On the bright side, I have gotten two new littles this semester! That means I have three littles now! I also got a twinnie and a grand lil! My family has just doubled in size and I love them all!
At least I have the support of my family.
Well, I’m off to finish my homework for the week.
I hope your month is going better than mine.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Shut it
I do not have a problem admitting that I am a freak.
I require complete and total silence in order to focus on my homework. Sometimes, even the sixth, seventh and eighth floors of the library are too noisy for me to focus.
This is the very problem I am facing now. To escape the Monday night festivities at my house – where right now there are about 50 plus people – I decided that I would head to the library with the intentions of catching up on some of my long over due homework. My only other option is driving to my parent’s house in Santa Cruz, which isn’t quite so budget friendly.
Well, all was going quite well until these two men decided to sit at the table behind me. They will not shut up! Don’t they realize that whispering non-stop is just as bad as talking at full volume! Seriously guys, there are “loud” floors in the library if you really must talk while studying!
I would love to turn around and let them have a piece of my mind, but I know that that would not be a wise idea. First, I would be acting hypocritically and secondly they don’t appear to be bugging anyone else.
People who can focus on homework despite the goings on around them amaze me. I don’t get it. I hope all of you realize how lucky you are.
I require complete and total silence in order to focus on my homework. Sometimes, even the sixth, seventh and eighth floors of the library are too noisy for me to focus.
This is the very problem I am facing now. To escape the Monday night festivities at my house – where right now there are about 50 plus people – I decided that I would head to the library with the intentions of catching up on some of my long over due homework. My only other option is driving to my parent’s house in Santa Cruz, which isn’t quite so budget friendly.
Well, all was going quite well until these two men decided to sit at the table behind me. They will not shut up! Don’t they realize that whispering non-stop is just as bad as talking at full volume! Seriously guys, there are “loud” floors in the library if you really must talk while studying!
I would love to turn around and let them have a piece of my mind, but I know that that would not be a wise idea. First, I would be acting hypocritically and secondly they don’t appear to be bugging anyone else.
People who can focus on homework despite the goings on around them amaze me. I don’t get it. I hope all of you realize how lucky you are.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Sisterhood
According to Microsoft Word’s dictionary, “Sisterhood” means 1. Solidarity among women: the empathy and loyalty that women feel for other women who have shared goals, experiences, or viewpoints. 2. Women’s groups 3. Status as a sister 4. A community of nuns. (For the intention of this narrative, we can ignore the fourth definition. Honestly, I just think it’s funny.)
“Definition” has come to have a new meaning since one of the lectures I had in Political Science 195a. In this particular meeting, I was listening to a discussion how to define abstract constructs. The Professor went over indicators of Democracy and freedom and other such broad concepts one might be interested in studying. She assigned homework in which I had to come up with indicators for any political construct of my choice. I chose pre-adolescent delinquency. When I got my homework back I realized how much more thorough and detail oriented I need to be when defining an idea.
This lesson, however, has played out into my daily life. Lately I have been struggling with the aforementioned definition of sisterhood. What in actuality does sisterhood mean, and how can you measure it? Further more, what good is it to know that “sisterhood” means solidarity of women? I have learned absolutely nothing from that definition.
I am still struggling to define it. Actually, as of yet, I have not been able to come up with a single measurable indicator of sisterhood. Sadly to say, I can report that I have realized my personal expectations of what sisterhood should feel like and mean are unreasonable. I have also come to realize that what I expected sisterhood to feel like and mean were not indicators which would be useful in measuring sisterhood.
Reading over this for the 15th time, it pains me that the state I now find myself in allows for me to discuss something as theoretically wonderful as sisterhood, without any emotion. Last night I spent at easily 4 hours crying over the loss of something I can’t even define. Now, I see the way to maneuver through the end of the semester, and potentially the rest of my college career, without being attached or emotionally involved in something I used to hold dear.
If certain events had not transpired, I could see myself feeling like a traitor to the ideals, values and morals of sisterhood. I, however, have realized that you can’t be a traitor to something that has no definition. I can’t betray something that other people don’t understand.
At this point the only person I can betray is myself.
I realized last night that I am my only responsibility and at this point I have to do only what will enable me to survive and succeed.
“Definition” has come to have a new meaning since one of the lectures I had in Political Science 195a. In this particular meeting, I was listening to a discussion how to define abstract constructs. The Professor went over indicators of Democracy and freedom and other such broad concepts one might be interested in studying. She assigned homework in which I had to come up with indicators for any political construct of my choice. I chose pre-adolescent delinquency. When I got my homework back I realized how much more thorough and detail oriented I need to be when defining an idea.
This lesson, however, has played out into my daily life. Lately I have been struggling with the aforementioned definition of sisterhood. What in actuality does sisterhood mean, and how can you measure it? Further more, what good is it to know that “sisterhood” means solidarity of women? I have learned absolutely nothing from that definition.
I am still struggling to define it. Actually, as of yet, I have not been able to come up with a single measurable indicator of sisterhood. Sadly to say, I can report that I have realized my personal expectations of what sisterhood should feel like and mean are unreasonable. I have also come to realize that what I expected sisterhood to feel like and mean were not indicators which would be useful in measuring sisterhood.
Reading over this for the 15th time, it pains me that the state I now find myself in allows for me to discuss something as theoretically wonderful as sisterhood, without any emotion. Last night I spent at easily 4 hours crying over the loss of something I can’t even define. Now, I see the way to maneuver through the end of the semester, and potentially the rest of my college career, without being attached or emotionally involved in something I used to hold dear.
If certain events had not transpired, I could see myself feeling like a traitor to the ideals, values and morals of sisterhood. I, however, have realized that you can’t be a traitor to something that has no definition. I can’t betray something that other people don’t understand.
At this point the only person I can betray is myself.
I realized last night that I am my only responsibility and at this point I have to do only what will enable me to survive and succeed.
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