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Last session of WGS class today, and it got cut an hour short due to abysmal weather! We received our (merciful) take-home final today. It's a basic four essay assignment wherein we're to discuss race and gender stratification, etc. The first question is actually so convoluted that I can't fully explain it here. From there, we're to expound upon that in terms of a local, national, and global issue. Thankfully, she's flexible and has no problem with me writing one long essay rather than four short ones. If one question is meant to flow into another, then so much time is wasted on an intro and conclusion. That will probably serve my classmates well, however, since none of them are too keen on writing. I don't blame 'em; I think I'm the only English major in there.
Anyway, the minimum length is eight pages. I think even that is flexible and I expect mine to run about ten or twelve. I honestly do care about all environmental issues, sexism where it really exist, and--especially--women's health. As someone who has been locked up and treated like a crazier, second-class citizen compared to my other male "inmates" (as well as my long and thorough history with being eating disordered), I think I can offer an extensive analysis that will couple facts with personal experience. It's due by midnight on Tuesday.
I don't really feel any relief with it officially being over. I don't feel any relief at all, really. I haven't felt well for a long time and have felt a bit worse, lately. It has bled over into my physical health in an unshakable fatigue and weakness. I'm getting about eleven hours of sleep a night during the middle days of the week since I work less then, and that leaves me tired. Which makes taking my night med difficult, if not impossible. I've taken maybe a third of the smallest dose possible and it just renders me useless. That makes me taking one forty-eighth the dose I was taking in the later months of 2007, if I even do take it. I don't know if this ebb and flow is more astounding or disturbing. A lot of it has to do with the shameful fact that I have not worked out in eleven days, now. The last time I went that long was in February when I had a sinus infection and at least then the fever and congestion made me not want to eat at all. I weighed myself today and was met with a disgusting number. I think some of it might be hormonal water retention, but nonetheless.... I'm both looking forward to and apprehensive about trying Topomax. I've had weird word retrieval issues the past two weeks, for which I can thank Lamictal and exhaustion I suppose, and that's also a Topomax side-effect. Hopefully if I don't like it I can just take it for a week and it will catapult me into diet mode. I certainly can't take Seroquel every night, so maybe it'll balance me out a bit, too. It was made quite clear about two years ago that Lamictal alone isn't going to cut it, so if this doesn't sit well with me then I'm going to have to discipline myself enough to take Seroquel regularly to balance the brain chemistry a bit better.
Let's see, something good... Well, I'll probably be updating regularly again. Also, Matt has been house hunting for months and we saw the most charming house ever a couple months or so ago. He put in an offer and has been approved by one bank and is waiting on the other. It's this gorgeous mahogany-colored two story that's shrouded in trees. It has a huge back yard and screened in pool. The pool area is gigantic also. The inside of the house has vaulted ceilings. There are wrought iron bars on the windows that give it an antiquated feel. The space is open, the kitchen is more than adequate spatially and in terms of storage. The walls in the living room are wood panelled and there's a fire place. The laundry room is one of the largest I've ever seen. There is a single bedroom downstairs with what we originally thought was a secret room for growing pot or something. Turns out used to be an aviary. There's a sliding glass door leading into it, and now it's a a closet-sized room that extends all of the way to the roof. There's a window peering into it from the master bedroom, as well (ideal for a fire pole). Upstairs is the master bedroom and another bedroom. The stairs lead into a little loft that would be great for an office. Two flaws: the master bedroom doesn't have a real window (though the bathroom does) and the bathroom only has a shower--no bathtub. However, the room has a skylight and a small stained glass window and the downstairs bathroom has a bathtub. The price of the house is something like 130,000K less than its original price.
I ended up getting three A's and a B last semester. That's one of my best semesters yet, I think. I got a 4.0 a while back, but outside of that, this one is at the top. I have no idea what I'll get in this WGS class. I've only received three grades for the five papers I've turned in. Two ninety-fives and a ninety-three. The final should be cake, but I did miss two classes. The paper for which I received a ninety-three I think was too political science-oriented because some of this stuff does tie into last term's comparative politics class, so I'm still kind of stuck in that mode because I'm not buying into the "most white men are evil" rhetoric of this class.
I guess that's about it. This ended up being way longer than I expected.
Anyway, the minimum length is eight pages. I think even that is flexible and I expect mine to run about ten or twelve. I honestly do care about all environmental issues, sexism where it really exist, and--especially--women's health. As someone who has been locked up and treated like a crazier, second-class citizen compared to my other male "inmates" (as well as my long and thorough history with being eating disordered), I think I can offer an extensive analysis that will couple facts with personal experience. It's due by midnight on Tuesday.
I don't really feel any relief with it officially being over. I don't feel any relief at all, really. I haven't felt well for a long time and have felt a bit worse, lately. It has bled over into my physical health in an unshakable fatigue and weakness. I'm getting about eleven hours of sleep a night during the middle days of the week since I work less then, and that leaves me tired. Which makes taking my night med difficult, if not impossible. I've taken maybe a third of the smallest dose possible and it just renders me useless. That makes me taking one forty-eighth the dose I was taking in the later months of 2007, if I even do take it. I don't know if this ebb and flow is more astounding or disturbing. A lot of it has to do with the shameful fact that I have not worked out in eleven days, now. The last time I went that long was in February when I had a sinus infection and at least then the fever and congestion made me not want to eat at all. I weighed myself today and was met with a disgusting number. I think some of it might be hormonal water retention, but nonetheless.... I'm both looking forward to and apprehensive about trying Topomax. I've had weird word retrieval issues the past two weeks, for which I can thank Lamictal and exhaustion I suppose, and that's also a Topomax side-effect. Hopefully if I don't like it I can just take it for a week and it will catapult me into diet mode. I certainly can't take Seroquel every night, so maybe it'll balance me out a bit, too. It was made quite clear about two years ago that Lamictal alone isn't going to cut it, so if this doesn't sit well with me then I'm going to have to discipline myself enough to take Seroquel regularly to balance the brain chemistry a bit better.
Let's see, something good... Well, I'll probably be updating regularly again. Also, Matt has been house hunting for months and we saw the most charming house ever a couple months or so ago. He put in an offer and has been approved by one bank and is waiting on the other. It's this gorgeous mahogany-colored two story that's shrouded in trees. It has a huge back yard and screened in pool. The pool area is gigantic also. The inside of the house has vaulted ceilings. There are wrought iron bars on the windows that give it an antiquated feel. The space is open, the kitchen is more than adequate spatially and in terms of storage. The walls in the living room are wood panelled and there's a fire place. The laundry room is one of the largest I've ever seen. There is a single bedroom downstairs with what we originally thought was a secret room for growing pot or something. Turns out used to be an aviary. There's a sliding glass door leading into it, and now it's a a closet-sized room that extends all of the way to the roof. There's a window peering into it from the master bedroom, as well (ideal for a fire pole). Upstairs is the master bedroom and another bedroom. The stairs lead into a little loft that would be great for an office. Two flaws: the master bedroom doesn't have a real window (though the bathroom does) and the bathroom only has a shower--no bathtub. However, the room has a skylight and a small stained glass window and the downstairs bathroom has a bathtub. The price of the house is something like 130,000K less than its original price.
I ended up getting three A's and a B last semester. That's one of my best semesters yet, I think. I got a 4.0 a while back, but outside of that, this one is at the top. I have no idea what I'll get in this WGS class. I've only received three grades for the five papers I've turned in. Two ninety-fives and a ninety-three. The final should be cake, but I did miss two classes. The paper for which I received a ninety-three I think was too political science-oriented because some of this stuff does tie into last term's comparative politics class, so I'm still kind of stuck in that mode because I'm not buying into the "most white men are evil" rhetoric of this class.
I guess that's about it. This ended up being way longer than I expected.