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A new journal for a new start, in some ways.
This semester has been going pretty well. I love my english class, the theme is Banned and Censored literature, and my teacher is really great. She wears these awesome purple tights all the time and is the creator of this local magazine that i'm gonna have to pick up sometime. I have the same teacher for child psychology as I did for psychology, so I know I'm going to do well. My math class is Brick and Click, so we meet on campus every other week and the times we don't meet, we do our work online. That means that every other week I have no school Tuesday and Thursday. I'm very happy about that. I really didn't like my art history teacher. I can't explain it, but I immediately knew I had to get out of there. I'm mad because I really wanted to take art history, and all the good classes were full when I went to add/drop. So I decided to take one class online, substance abuse. Not what I originally wanted, but all the other online classes were full too. We had to go to an AA meeting for our first assignment and write a paper about it. I went on Monday and it was an interesting experience. I thought there was only going to be a few people and that there was going to be a very uncomfortable vibe in the room, but it was really relaxed and there was at least a hundred people. Two speakers talked about their experiences with alcohol dependency and how it basically ruined their lives. One was a woman in her twenties, and she lost custody of her two kids due to her drinking. She got emotional when she was talking about that, and it was sad. There were girls younger than me in there, I was surprised about that. I hope I will never have to go to another AA meeting in my life.
I watched this really interesting documentary on Sundance a few days ago, called Slut. It showed women talking about their experiences with being called a slut, and how it still affected them to this day. They talked about double standards, such as it being acceptable for men to sleep with as many people as they like, but for a women to do the same, she should be labeled a slut, or one of the various other names reserved for a woman who is open sexually. It's interesting that these words only apply to a woman, if you look in the dictionary it doesn't mention anything about a man. There's really no word for a promiscuous man that's commonly used. I know I've been labeled a slut before, not to my face of course, just in some really clever livejournal comments. It is a really hurtful word, and I don't think it's fair that someone can call you that and have that power to make you feel bad about yourself. I'm a sexual person and I shouldn't have to apologize for that, or feel bad about that. It only matters what the important people in my life think of me, and what I think of myself. I'm honestly through with caring so much about what strangers or really rude people think of me. I'm feeling really empowered right now for some reason.
There's so many books that I have that I need to read, including two that Adam let me borrow. That's what I should be doing right now instead of sitting in front of the tv for hours, shoving junk food into my mouth. First I need to do some child psychology homework. Most of what we're learning so far I already learned in psychology, so it's all pretty tedious.
This semester has been going pretty well. I love my english class, the theme is Banned and Censored literature, and my teacher is really great. She wears these awesome purple tights all the time and is the creator of this local magazine that i'm gonna have to pick up sometime. I have the same teacher for child psychology as I did for psychology, so I know I'm going to do well. My math class is Brick and Click, so we meet on campus every other week and the times we don't meet, we do our work online. That means that every other week I have no school Tuesday and Thursday. I'm very happy about that. I really didn't like my art history teacher. I can't explain it, but I immediately knew I had to get out of there. I'm mad because I really wanted to take art history, and all the good classes were full when I went to add/drop. So I decided to take one class online, substance abuse. Not what I originally wanted, but all the other online classes were full too. We had to go to an AA meeting for our first assignment and write a paper about it. I went on Monday and it was an interesting experience. I thought there was only going to be a few people and that there was going to be a very uncomfortable vibe in the room, but it was really relaxed and there was at least a hundred people. Two speakers talked about their experiences with alcohol dependency and how it basically ruined their lives. One was a woman in her twenties, and she lost custody of her two kids due to her drinking. She got emotional when she was talking about that, and it was sad. There were girls younger than me in there, I was surprised about that. I hope I will never have to go to another AA meeting in my life.
I watched this really interesting documentary on Sundance a few days ago, called Slut. It showed women talking about their experiences with being called a slut, and how it still affected them to this day. They talked about double standards, such as it being acceptable for men to sleep with as many people as they like, but for a women to do the same, she should be labeled a slut, or one of the various other names reserved for a woman who is open sexually. It's interesting that these words only apply to a woman, if you look in the dictionary it doesn't mention anything about a man. There's really no word for a promiscuous man that's commonly used. I know I've been labeled a slut before, not to my face of course, just in some really clever livejournal comments. It is a really hurtful word, and I don't think it's fair that someone can call you that and have that power to make you feel bad about yourself. I'm a sexual person and I shouldn't have to apologize for that, or feel bad about that. It only matters what the important people in my life think of me, and what I think of myself. I'm honestly through with caring so much about what strangers or really rude people think of me. I'm feeling really empowered right now for some reason.
There's so many books that I have that I need to read, including two that Adam let me borrow. That's what I should be doing right now instead of sitting in front of the tv for hours, shoving junk food into my mouth. First I need to do some child psychology homework. Most of what we're learning so far I already learned in psychology, so it's all pretty tedious.