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It occurs to me, as I sit here and think of something to write, that perhaps I should better occupy my time finishing (or even starting) Greene's The Fabric of the Cosmos. Tomorrow I meet with my physics advisor, and the day after with my English advisor, to explain to them that their faith in me has not been unfounded. "This is me," I want to say, "so of course I can do it." Though I have not met either more than three times, so of course they don't know me. Then I want to say "Look at my foolish triple-majoring friends!" and of course, just because my friends are smart doesn't mean I am too. Or, "Look at my credits coming in!" and that's impressive too, and I'm happy about how smart and far ahead I am, but when I come in they see ambition without self-confidence because that's exactly what I exude when I talk to people. How, might you ask, does one have ambition without self-confidence? Well, that's easy; I have image problems.
My ethics teacher smiled behind her hand when I suggested that I be allowed to write a paper on how wrong Kierkegaard is. Actually, what I said is, "I was thinking of talking about the general implications of applying common ethical principles to Kierkegaardian logic -- that is, how he says we should ignore making ethical judgments ourselves and just accept the ones God gives us." We both realize that there are multiple problems: this will be an honors paper, and I can't just go all over the place and write a book on the subject. A book would be a wonderful way to bash the poor Protestant existentialist, but it's too done. I suppose I could get in on the fun, but not in this ethics class.
My ethics teacher smiled behind her hand when I suggested that I be allowed to write a paper on how wrong Kierkegaard is. Actually, what I said is, "I was thinking of talking about the general implications of applying common ethical principles to Kierkegaardian logic -- that is, how he says we should ignore making ethical judgments ourselves and just accept the ones God gives us." We both realize that there are multiple problems: this will be an honors paper, and I can't just go all over the place and write a book on the subject. A book would be a wonderful way to bash the poor Protestant existentialist, but it's too done. I suppose I could get in on the fun, but not in this ethics class.