Here I am in the Columbus airport! I'm ready to go home, and I couldn't be more excited. I finally get to see Austin after so long, and Allie and Sonia, and my family, of course. And I get to shower in a nice shower, and use a nice bathroom, and sleep in a nice bed, and eat nice food, and lots of it, and sleep a lot, and hide from people if I want, and be in the same place as my love, and man, this is the best day ever. I am so happy right now.
There's this really annoying girl next to me having a tearful conversation with her mom about how she's attracted to douchebags, and her standards are too high. Honestly, if she's not getting any guys, I don't think high standards are her problem. She is so whiny and irritating and oh my goodness, I don't even know anymore. I'm being a bit of an asshole, I know, but I'm on my period, so I'm allowed to be in a little snit now and then. Also, I'm extremely hungry, but I don't have any money, so I can't get any food. There are people all around me eating though, which only serves to increase my irritation. They're all so happy and well-fed and rich, and I'm so not. But I am happy though. Because I'm going home! I'm going home, I'm going home, tell the world I'm going home, etc. I wonder if my fellow passengers would mind if I burst into a rousing chorus of I'll Fly Away in honor of the occasion, or if they would take umbrage at the morbid undertones. I guess there's only one way to find out! Ready?
No, just kidding. I wouldn't do that. Although it would be rather lovely if I got everyone else in the terminal to sing the I'll-fly-away part while I waxed lyrical on the rest, in a proper call and response style. We could all join in on the chorus, and I could even assign some harmonies to the better musicians in the group. Wouldn't that be something now? I'm sure it would end up on the internet in no time, and then the Supreme Court would have to accept me.
There are two OSU students sitting over by the window, and they're talking about their GPAs. Now, I do hate to be pretentious and egotistical, but sometimes it is easy to look down on people, especially if they think that a 3.6 is unattainable. I suppose if they're engineers or something, it would make sense, but judging from their delightfully simple diction, I would hazard that this is not the case. Oh, well, I shouldn't judge. Perhaps they are brilliant souls in spite of it all.
There is a darling blond family sitting in front of me having their little dinner, and it's making me nostalgic. They have three children, all of whom look to be under the age of twelve, and the dad and mom are young and attractive, and they're all so happy and agreeable, and I just can't. Oh, now their grandparents have shown up, and a man who looks to be the uncle. This is straight out of a Thomas Kincaid painting. How are they even so happy and idyllic? I feel like Oliver Twist. Fortunately, the girl beside me has left, so I'm spared the unwelcome gossip, but now the middle-aged man on my other side has taken up the strain. People are so chatty these days, the good souls. It's like being in a Puritan village (though I'd venture to say slightly less salacious). I think we're going to board soon, so I should get ready to go. I'm so excited!
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Another compendium of days
College is supposed to be the time for experimenting in life, and although I'm a pretty straight-shooting girl (as was kindly pointed out to me by one rather intoxicated gentleman who attempted to hit on me and Melissa when we went out one evening), I can't deny that the call of experimentation was too strong for me to resist. I'm a little bit nervous about this, because I know people will judge me, and really, it's not easy for me to say this, but there's no other way. So, I have to say it:
I think I'm a Libertarian.
I know, it's quite a shocking revelation. I was stunned at first too, but then I realized how liberated I felt (zing), and I knew that all was well. Maybe it's just a phase, but it's an important phase for me, and it's one that I will go through with strength and determination. However, I'm still a little nervous about telling my family. They'll belittle me so much, oh dear. Well, everyone but my dad will belittle me. Dad will be proud of me, since technically that's his party as well (although lately, he has been leaning more towards the Bill Deagol Party and less towards anything vaguely resembling sense). Still, no matter what cold winds of judgement and denigration and possible cries of "naiveté" I might hear, I must accept the burden, and let the world see me as I really am. I am a Libertarian, and no one can change this fact unless it is me.
I took my final for political science today. Since it's an online course, as long as I completed the lectures and assignments within the given time frames, I had complete discretion as to where everything went. I think that was quite nice for a course on politics; it really highlighted my freedom of choice, and made it clear that liberty is a right of the people (although to be fair, that last point might depend on whom you ask). Anyway, despite inordinate panic and what felt like a grade-A anxiety attack, I finished it right up and got a 94 and all was well (I missed two questions, which were probably both on environmental policy). Man, that was a relief. Now my final grade is an A, and I have shown beyond a shadow of a doubt that freshmen really can handle the rigor of the course. Speaking of finals, I took my Language and Formal Reasoning one on Thursday (that is, I turned it in on Thursday; it was another take-home affair), and I got a perfect score on that one. So my final grade in that class is an A as well. That was my favorite class, man. It was truly the balm in the Gilead of my schedule. It made me realize that I'm not bad at math, just numbers, and that syntax is truly the field for me (I'd sort of thought so already, but this clinched it). I want to take another logic course! Do you think it would be deplorable to make my way over to the philosophy department some rainy day? I don't think it would be bad. Even if people decided to Socra-tease me about it, I would have found a Hume there, and I could cast aside the unpleasantness and Liebniz all behind. I Kant allow things like that to get in my way, so I will go out on that field and Plato to my heart's content. I will be the Overman (to my own mind at least), and nothing will bring me down! Where was I now? Oh yes. So also, I finally got my grade back for my English paper, and it was another A. After that, I really did go all noodly with relief, because really, who wouldn't? The TA, who is an extremely hard grader, told me that it was an excellent and well-written paper, with lots of complex points and interesting thoughts, and that she was impressed by my ability to synthesize Douglass and Stowe. Well, gee, I don't know what to say! I could have done a better job, really, only I had to write it all in a few hours because of my terrible procrastination, and I didn't have time to revise it. Patriot that I am, I'm not about to complain about Frederick Douglass, but Uncle Tom's Cabin, now that's a book that really twists my knickers! Of all the ridiculous trash ever produced in literature, I think that's gotta be way up there at the top of the Avoid or Die list. I mean, the darn thing practically drips with slavering sentimentality, and the only thing worth honorable mention is the sheer number of synonyms Stowe found for "crying." There are so many other things worth more salt as abolitionist narratives, and I seriously don't think we should glorify this one gratuitously just because it was written by a woman. Contrary to popular belief, women mess stuff up just as often as men, and blindly elevating every piece of drivel ever produced by a woman only serves to undermine the feminist ideology. This kind of thing in general makes me really mad, okay, like sure, Berthe Morissot was a woman painter when women weren't supposed to be doing that sort of thing, how cool, let's appreciate that, but let's not try to pretend she was better than the other Impressionists just because of her gender. That's an insult to women, really, if you think about it. Women should have to try just as hard as men for everything, and their mediocrity shouldn't be rewarded just to match some deluded social justice warrior's version of affirmative action. We can never achieve gender equality if we keep pushing for disparity. Come on now. It's just common sense.
It snowed yesterday! I can't get over how beautiful and amazing it is; I mean, it's like tangible poetry. It got pretty deep too, like a couple of inches (I don't know if that's actually "deep" or not), and it's so nice to look at it from the quasi-comfort of my dorm. I'm pretty sure that if I tried to spend the night out there, for whatever reason, I would actually freeze to death, and if that ain't the most hardcore thing you've ever heard, then you must be some kind of crazy goat-wrestling Laistrygonian, because I mean, all that's keeping me from death is an inadequately heated dorm building and five blankets (I got cold one day and decided to supplement my comforter). Seriously, though! Why do people live here? It's like the Egdon Heath of the Midwest. I guess that means I'm Eustacia, so that's not a total loss, but still! Even though I love the snow, I dislike the cold, I really can't wait to go home and live in sense and sensibility once again.
I've been working on this post for three days now (or is it four?), and I just can't seem to finish it. It's quite a problem. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Anyway, this is my last night in Ohio for three blessed weeks, because tomorrow, I'm going home! I'm so excited. No one knows my excitement but me (and possibly Austin). It's like Godot has finally arrived. This is momentous! If the plane crashes, I won't even die; I'll be borne on the wings of my delight back to my home, where my love will be waiting for me with open arms (well, metaphorically speaking; he still has another final to take on Thursday). What a poetic image. I'm glad I came up with it. I still quite hope the plane doesn't crash, though.
Tomorrow is my last final, and it's English. If I fail this one, oh gurl, it's going down. I calculated it: I can get a B, and my grade won't move. I really don't want a B, though. The last time I got a B in English was in 9th grade, and that was because we had a reading comprehension test on a book I hadn't read. Anyway! I'm going to study a bit and make sure I know everything, and then I'll be ready to sparkle and shine. I'm the one who got the highest grade on the midterm, after all. I mustn't lose my reputation (it was a 99). But if I get a B instead, I guess that's fine, because my final grade will still glow with the heat of a thousand nuclear reactors. Man, I love English. Oh! For next semester, one of my advanced level courses got cancelled because no one else wanted to take it (dumb butts), so I had to pick another one. So I get to take grammar! I'm really excited, actually. In the description of the class, the teacher made it sound like more linguistics and syntax and English grammar, and you just know that's a combination made in humanities nerd heaven. Next semester is going to be beautiful. I have 18 credits again, but this time, none of them are university-mandated, so you know they're going to be fun. My only problem is that the only day that doesn't start at 9:30 AM is Monday, and Mondays are bad enough already. But if I can do four hours of physics lab whilst my brain tries to escape through my eyes, I'm confident that I can do anything on this planet. This will be a lesson in discipline for me, and maybe I'll even raise the GDP by sole virtue of my inordinate caffeine consumption along the way. Every cloud has a silver lining after all!
Now I really am going to study for English, so I will be off. The next time I write, I'll probably be home, or en route to home! Wish me luck!
I think I'm a Libertarian.
I know, it's quite a shocking revelation. I was stunned at first too, but then I realized how liberated I felt (zing), and I knew that all was well. Maybe it's just a phase, but it's an important phase for me, and it's one that I will go through with strength and determination. However, I'm still a little nervous about telling my family. They'll belittle me so much, oh dear. Well, everyone but my dad will belittle me. Dad will be proud of me, since technically that's his party as well (although lately, he has been leaning more towards the Bill Deagol Party and less towards anything vaguely resembling sense). Still, no matter what cold winds of judgement and denigration and possible cries of "naiveté" I might hear, I must accept the burden, and let the world see me as I really am. I am a Libertarian, and no one can change this fact unless it is me.
I took my final for political science today. Since it's an online course, as long as I completed the lectures and assignments within the given time frames, I had complete discretion as to where everything went. I think that was quite nice for a course on politics; it really highlighted my freedom of choice, and made it clear that liberty is a right of the people (although to be fair, that last point might depend on whom you ask). Anyway, despite inordinate panic and what felt like a grade-A anxiety attack, I finished it right up and got a 94 and all was well (I missed two questions, which were probably both on environmental policy). Man, that was a relief. Now my final grade is an A, and I have shown beyond a shadow of a doubt that freshmen really can handle the rigor of the course. Speaking of finals, I took my Language and Formal Reasoning one on Thursday (that is, I turned it in on Thursday; it was another take-home affair), and I got a perfect score on that one. So my final grade in that class is an A as well. That was my favorite class, man. It was truly the balm in the Gilead of my schedule. It made me realize that I'm not bad at math, just numbers, and that syntax is truly the field for me (I'd sort of thought so already, but this clinched it). I want to take another logic course! Do you think it would be deplorable to make my way over to the philosophy department some rainy day? I don't think it would be bad. Even if people decided to Socra-tease me about it, I would have found a Hume there, and I could cast aside the unpleasantness and Liebniz all behind. I Kant allow things like that to get in my way, so I will go out on that field and Plato to my heart's content. I will be the Overman (to my own mind at least), and nothing will bring me down! Where was I now? Oh yes. So also, I finally got my grade back for my English paper, and it was another A. After that, I really did go all noodly with relief, because really, who wouldn't? The TA, who is an extremely hard grader, told me that it was an excellent and well-written paper, with lots of complex points and interesting thoughts, and that she was impressed by my ability to synthesize Douglass and Stowe. Well, gee, I don't know what to say! I could have done a better job, really, only I had to write it all in a few hours because of my terrible procrastination, and I didn't have time to revise it. Patriot that I am, I'm not about to complain about Frederick Douglass, but Uncle Tom's Cabin, now that's a book that really twists my knickers! Of all the ridiculous trash ever produced in literature, I think that's gotta be way up there at the top of the Avoid or Die list. I mean, the darn thing practically drips with slavering sentimentality, and the only thing worth honorable mention is the sheer number of synonyms Stowe found for "crying." There are so many other things worth more salt as abolitionist narratives, and I seriously don't think we should glorify this one gratuitously just because it was written by a woman. Contrary to popular belief, women mess stuff up just as often as men, and blindly elevating every piece of drivel ever produced by a woman only serves to undermine the feminist ideology. This kind of thing in general makes me really mad, okay, like sure, Berthe Morissot was a woman painter when women weren't supposed to be doing that sort of thing, how cool, let's appreciate that, but let's not try to pretend she was better than the other Impressionists just because of her gender. That's an insult to women, really, if you think about it. Women should have to try just as hard as men for everything, and their mediocrity shouldn't be rewarded just to match some deluded social justice warrior's version of affirmative action. We can never achieve gender equality if we keep pushing for disparity. Come on now. It's just common sense.
It snowed yesterday! I can't get over how beautiful and amazing it is; I mean, it's like tangible poetry. It got pretty deep too, like a couple of inches (I don't know if that's actually "deep" or not), and it's so nice to look at it from the quasi-comfort of my dorm. I'm pretty sure that if I tried to spend the night out there, for whatever reason, I would actually freeze to death, and if that ain't the most hardcore thing you've ever heard, then you must be some kind of crazy goat-wrestling Laistrygonian, because I mean, all that's keeping me from death is an inadequately heated dorm building and five blankets (I got cold one day and decided to supplement my comforter). Seriously, though! Why do people live here? It's like the Egdon Heath of the Midwest. I guess that means I'm Eustacia, so that's not a total loss, but still! Even though I love the snow, I dislike the cold, I really can't wait to go home and live in sense and sensibility once again.
I've been working on this post for three days now (or is it four?), and I just can't seem to finish it. It's quite a problem. I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Anyway, this is my last night in Ohio for three blessed weeks, because tomorrow, I'm going home! I'm so excited. No one knows my excitement but me (and possibly Austin). It's like Godot has finally arrived. This is momentous! If the plane crashes, I won't even die; I'll be borne on the wings of my delight back to my home, where my love will be waiting for me with open arms (well, metaphorically speaking; he still has another final to take on Thursday). What a poetic image. I'm glad I came up with it. I still quite hope the plane doesn't crash, though.
Tomorrow is my last final, and it's English. If I fail this one, oh gurl, it's going down. I calculated it: I can get a B, and my grade won't move. I really don't want a B, though. The last time I got a B in English was in 9th grade, and that was because we had a reading comprehension test on a book I hadn't read. Anyway! I'm going to study a bit and make sure I know everything, and then I'll be ready to sparkle and shine. I'm the one who got the highest grade on the midterm, after all. I mustn't lose my reputation (it was a 99). But if I get a B instead, I guess that's fine, because my final grade will still glow with the heat of a thousand nuclear reactors. Man, I love English. Oh! For next semester, one of my advanced level courses got cancelled because no one else wanted to take it (dumb butts), so I had to pick another one. So I get to take grammar! I'm really excited, actually. In the description of the class, the teacher made it sound like more linguistics and syntax and English grammar, and you just know that's a combination made in humanities nerd heaven. Next semester is going to be beautiful. I have 18 credits again, but this time, none of them are university-mandated, so you know they're going to be fun. My only problem is that the only day that doesn't start at 9:30 AM is Monday, and Mondays are bad enough already. But if I can do four hours of physics lab whilst my brain tries to escape through my eyes, I'm confident that I can do anything on this planet. This will be a lesson in discipline for me, and maybe I'll even raise the GDP by sole virtue of my inordinate caffeine consumption along the way. Every cloud has a silver lining after all!
Now I really am going to study for English, so I will be off. The next time I write, I'll probably be home, or en route to home! Wish me luck!
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