some things, they just change invisibly
The other night, I accused Shane of having a frufy major. Then I realized that all four of my classes this semester are about language and literature. Not a single cold, hard, concrete concept in the lot of them. Well, linguistics seems sort of scientific and there are even "problem sets," but it's still the study of something entirely human-created and even socially constructed. Just because we can parse sentences or draw graphs of syllables doesn't mean it's not a thoroughly frufy subject. So who am I to talk? I'm not learning anything relevant to current events or even history (except Spanish history, but with an emphasis on "ideas" rather than events) or anything practical.
And as I get closer to pinning down concentrations, I get much further away from having any idea whatsoever what I'm going to do with my life.
Meanwhile, I cannot believe I'm taking Health again. Nothing makes me feel more like I'm back in high school than looking at slides of STDs and having a textbook called "Let's Play Doctor." The only bright side is that Dr. Adame is absolutely, certifiably insane, and listening to him wax poetic about "listening to your own personal drummer" on Tuesday mornings is sort of a soothing way to wake up. Last week, he made everyone in the 250-person lecture sing happy birthday to him and introduced a guest speaker who showed us where the appendix is and made fun of a couple who raised their hands when he asked if anyone was in love.
on a totally different note, I don't understand why everything has to stop working at once. My cell-phone charger is broken because the cord is always twisted at an awkward angle when I plug it in overnight. The power strip that I use for my laptop, desk lamp, room phone, and hair straightener is suddenly not working for no reason that I can figure out. ok, so that's not everything, but it is a lot of things. and I'm really, unhealthily dependent on technology. particularly my cell phone. how awful.
And as I get closer to pinning down concentrations, I get much further away from having any idea whatsoever what I'm going to do with my life.
Meanwhile, I cannot believe I'm taking Health again. Nothing makes me feel more like I'm back in high school than looking at slides of STDs and having a textbook called "Let's Play Doctor." The only bright side is that Dr. Adame is absolutely, certifiably insane, and listening to him wax poetic about "listening to your own personal drummer" on Tuesday mornings is sort of a soothing way to wake up. Last week, he made everyone in the 250-person lecture sing happy birthday to him and introduced a guest speaker who showed us where the appendix is and made fun of a couple who raised their hands when he asked if anyone was in love.
on a totally different note, I don't understand why everything has to stop working at once. My cell-phone charger is broken because the cord is always twisted at an awkward angle when I plug it in overnight. The power strip that I use for my laptop, desk lamp, room phone, and hair straightener is suddenly not working for no reason that I can figure out. ok, so that's not everything, but it is a lot of things. and I'm really, unhealthily dependent on technology. particularly my cell phone. how awful.