| Wednesday, February 28 Ash Wednesday. I went to Mass in Leander and got some ashes on my forehead. It's always fun to see the expression on peoples' faces when they see you. heh. My English prof...ok...I really like the guy. He was a student at Stanford in the late 60's, says "dude" and "man" a lot, and is exactly like who I pictured when I used to think of college professors. We've been reading the greatest American essays for quite some time. I enjoy participating in class, but it is an early morning class and most of my fellow students do not share the same enthusiasm at that time. My prof singled me out in the middle of class one day. It was a compliment, but it was embarrassing none the less. He told me that I am a much older reader than he'll ever be (meaning I understand and like stuff he never could). That would have been cool on its own...outside of class. We were given an assignment last week to write a paper pretty much about anything. I went in on Monday, a day earlier than most people did, and wanted him to read over my paper. He was going to a meeting, so he took it home with him to read. He emailed me later that night, telling me he was having "intestinal nastiness" (which was more than I wanted to know) and that he enjoyed my paper. He gave me a few suggestions. I went in the next morning to pick up the hard copy I had given him and he talked to me for a while about how to improve my paper. Then he tells me that I can have an extra day to work on it. Everyone else has to turn their papers in tomorrow at noon, but I have until Friday afternoon. Is there something unethical about this? Why should I get special privledges? I can't even spell :0) So, just to have my own peace, I'm going to go and turn in my paper tomorrow. I don't want to be special. Maybe he likes me because I asked him if he knew about internships and that I'm considering an English major. Who knows. It still bothers me. But my paper is much better. When I have a final copy, I will replace the first draft so you people (all 3 of you) can read it. |
| Feb 25-Mar 3, 2001 |
| Sunday, February 25 Josh told me that he would be adding a link to my page on his, so I thought it might be a good idea to start updating a little more often. I just read through my English paper again and caught some errors. It's just a first draft. This weekend was parent's weekend. My mom came and went to all of the silly little meetings where they pretend like Southwestern is the greatest university in the world. We went to the honors convocation on Saturday morning. It was an HOUR AND A HALF long! I was only recognized for like 5 seconds at the very very end when they talked about the dean's list people. I'll know not to bother next year. One thing was kind of cool...the school had a jazz concert during dinner last night. The music was really good, but I didn't stay long because I was exhausted seeing as how I had to get up so early on a Saturday. This semester has been really crappy. I'm taking 16 hours, but it feels like about 20. My ethics professor seems to think that his class is the only one I have, and the same with my survey in exceptionalities prof. What is with these people?! They have to grade all this stuff too. Do they not have lives?!!? I know I certainly have not this semester due to them constantly inflicting projects and papers on me. STOP THE INSANITY!!!! My birthday is coming up. I think it's going to be pretty sad this year. My closest friends won't be here to celebrate with me, and even my other friends either seem uninterested or unable to do something. Oh well, at least I'm going to get to see A Streetcar Named Desire. That should be cool. I've never even seen the movie. I love theater. |
| Friday, March 2 I'm putting up another one of my English papers. This one is a definition of the word "yeah." Also, I've discovered that country music gives me rage. More on this later |
| Friday March 2 Ok, so about the country music...My roommate, Audra, likes to listen to it when she gets ready in the mornings, on CMT, and when she's doing her homework. I can tolerate it for small periods of time, but I discovered these past few weeks that it just turns me into an ugly person. This morning I got so fed up with it (feeling like either my head was going to explode or hers was because I'd squeeze her neck so hard) that I just turned on my music as well. So we had two different songs going on at once. It worked for me, and she didn't give any response. So that is what I'm going to keep doing. Although one morning, I waited until she got up to go to the bathroom and turned on my music before she had the chance to turn on hers. This worked as well. Why in the world would someone watch CMT for hours on end and think that the songs and videos are soooo wonderful??? I think they're pretty ridiculous. I really dislike country music! |
| Friday March 2 Yesterday I attended an awesome lecture given by Reverend Ed King on Gandhian non-violent strategies in the Southern Civil Rights Movement. This man was amazing. He knew Martin Luther King (well enough to just refer to him as Martin), Medger Evers and many many of the other leaders of the movement. He himself was a leader. Rev. King is a white minister. He gave us many personal accounts of what acutally happened in Mississippi in the 60's. It was so moving that I started crying at one point. I'm always amazed at how the Holy Spirit moves. Rev. King was put in a make shift prison (he was jailed many times) with many other peaceful protestors. The guards were making one prisoner mop the floor while they tossed garbage at him, taunting him and beating him. The man was bloody and the Reverend could tell that he had totally lost it. It was losing his mind. Somehow he got the strength (after being beaten to a pulp himself) to get up, walk over to the guards and tell him "this man has done enough." He signaled for the man to go over to the wall and rest. "I will finish his work." Rev. King began to mop the floor. Then the guards, who hadn't done anything to King during this, said, "the floor is clean enough." They walked away. I don't know how many of you attend colleges where speakers frequently come and give lectures, but if you do, I definitely recommend going. I've been to several in the past few weeks, and it's been so amazing. Don't miss out on those wonderful chances to learn and hear people who experienced some great things talk. Don't take for granted where you are. |
| Saturday, March 3 So I went home this afternoon to do laundry (sad Saturday activity I know) and while I was driving home at around 10:30, I had the strangest urge to just keep driving. Presently, I have my seat further back than I normally do so I was just sitting back, arms straight out on the wheel, with my head resting on the head rest. I was listening to some mellow music and just singing along...yes I AM one of those people. I'd have to say that it was the most relaxed I've been for months. I was seriously considering driving off. But then my brain kicked in. Where would I go? When would I come back? Would people ACTUALLY wonder where I was? How far could I go on 3/4 of a tank of gas? Would driving all night long really solve any of my problems? No. It would have been nice to get away from life for a while. To be a loner. Not to have to worry about other people. To be completely selfish. To just....be. Obviously I didn't just keep driving. I came back to the dorm, circled the parking lot about three times, and that was the extent of my driving adventure...circling the parking lot. Disappointing. I'm sitting in my room, alone. My relaxing music is coming out of the computer. I'm sitting back in my chair with my arms straight out on the keyboard. It's not the same. |
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