Well, they weren't necessarily bad flashbacks, I just never really got into philosophy. I thought that it would be fun so when I went for Logic (aced that, somehow), an Intro to Political Theory, and a Philosophy of Feminism class I thought I would do great, figured I had the right mind for it. Turns out that I'm really horrible in that area unless I'm in a debate like setting and I get really passionate about the subject. I like working within rules and known variables, bending things around and arguing semantics. Did ok in ancient political thought though, which figures. I bet I'd make a good lawyer though. Or a good computer programmer. :D
Anyway, I'll continue my little story (it's actually interesting, I promise!) and when I got back to my apartment I talked about the whole androgyny debate with my housemates. And this was actually my junior year because I lived in a place with four other women: one from England (didn't like her at all), my present housemate, a woman from Sri Lanka, and another from Iraq. Had a bunch of cultures mixing together which was absolutely amazing. I talked with my current housemate (American) and the one from Sri Lanka and tried to get them to see exactly how much gender roles effect our entire way of living, thinking, defining ourselves. They didn't quite get it and I was more upset at my current roomie, the now psychology grad student, for not understanding the pivotal roles that culture/expectations can play on someone's psyche and behavior.
Then again, my roomie likes psychoanalysis and Freud way too much and I am really not a fan of either. *shudders*
/rant Really, I mean it this time! :)
Re books: I've had multiple discussions with my library co-workers about our books piles. The ones nearest the bed are the "I will read before most others" and are usually placed in piles, around the bed, in order of importance. Essentially, the closer to the bed, and your hand, they are, the more you want to read them. Of course, the ones on the bookshelves are of little to no importance when it comes to reading; sometimes they just look pretty! I have about...ah, ten different piles. Oh dear me.
And books in a sunroom? Is it bad that the first thought that came into my mind was "oh dear, they're going to get bleached!"
Sorry about your books though. I hate losing any book, even the silly textbooky ones.
Well, Logic is different. It's more like maths, I actually did it as part of my computing degree. I did philosophy afterwards, though, and some of it was fun and some of it... wasn't. (Don't ever, whatever you do, touch the Intelligent Design debate. I did a course on Science and Religion, expected to be talking about Galileo and Giordano Bruno and people like that... it was ID. And it was the most horrible topic I've ever done.)
Sounds like you have my problem with essays - I can put together a coherent enough argument to pass, but my brain feels raw by the time I've finished one. Especially since I spend most of the semester puzzling frustratedly over how I'm going to come at the question and then I end up with just a few weeks to actually write the thing. I think I've only ever done one essay that I actually enjoyed writing.
Whereas give me a set of equations and I'm good. XD
I like working within rules and known variables, bending things around and arguing semantics.
Sounds like a good programmer-type brain to me. Or mathematician? Engineer? XD
Ooh, living with people from other countries sounds cool...
They didn't quite get it and I was more upset at my current roomie, the now psychology grad student, for not understanding the pivotal roles that culture/expectations can play on someone's psyche and behavior.
Well, you would be. I would be. I kinda worry, actually, at a psychologist not being able to grasp that, it's not good.
Then again, my roomie likes psychoanalysis and Freud way too much
Aha... I find Freud interesting sometimes, and he did note a few things that were interesting, but I prefer Jung. Although there are areas in which I don't take him too seriously either, he's a bit fail when it comes to gender.
So, books - well, I basically have "books I have lined up to read next", which is usually a really big pile, and mine is especially so since I've got the NSAs in it, and then one of my housemates keeps giving me books to finish, and I'm trying to keep up with some manga series, and a few other series, and it's all a bit... big. Although your piles seem to be opposite to mine - of that lot, I like to keep the best till last, which is why the Who books build up. And then everything else is on the bookshelves, usually.
Except I'm keeping a few special books in my room, cos it doesn't feel right without them.
All the books I have, I want to read, though. I just haven't got to most of them yet.
I have about...ah, ten different piles. Oh dear me.
LOL
And books in a sunroom? Is it bad that the first thought that came into my mind was "oh dear, they're going to get bleached!"
No, no, no, they're fine, they haven't taken any damage! And it's not bad that you worry about the books at all. XD
Sorry about your books though. I hate losing any book, even the silly textbooky ones.
Ah, no, I haven't lost them, they're just - most of them are my mum's house. And there are the ones in the sunroom, they just don't fit in my room anymore, and it's a bit... it just doesn't quite feel right.
When I have my own house, I'll have a library, and I'll have it attached to my bedroom. XD
Well, they weren't necessarily bad flashbacks, I just never really got into philosophy. I thought that it would be fun so when I went for Logic (aced that, somehow), an Intro to Political Theory, and a Philosophy of Feminism class I thought I would do great, figured I had the right mind for it. Turns out that I'm really horrible in that area unless I'm in a debate like setting and I get really passionate about the subject. I like working within rules and known variables, bending things around and arguing semantics. Did ok in ancient political thought though, which figures. I bet I'd make a good lawyer though. Or a good computer programmer. :D
Anyway, I'll continue my little story (it's actually interesting, I promise!) and when I got back to my apartment I talked about the whole androgyny debate with my housemates. And this was actually my junior year because I lived in a place with four other women: one from England (didn't like her at all), my present housemate, a woman from Sri Lanka, and another from Iraq. Had a bunch of cultures mixing together which was absolutely amazing. I talked with my current housemate (American) and the one from Sri Lanka and tried to get them to see exactly how much gender roles effect our entire way of living, thinking, defining ourselves. They didn't quite get it and I was more upset at my current roomie, the now psychology grad student, for not understanding the pivotal roles that culture/expectations can play on someone's psyche and behavior.
Then again, my roomie likes psychoanalysis and Freud way too much and I am really not a fan of either. *shudders*
/rant Really, I mean it this time! :)
Re books: I've had multiple discussions with my library co-workers about our books piles. The ones nearest the bed are the "I will read before most others" and are usually placed in piles, around the bed, in order of importance. Essentially, the closer to the bed, and your hand, they are, the more you want to read them. Of course, the ones on the bookshelves are of little to no importance when it comes to reading; sometimes they just look pretty! I have about...ah, ten different piles. Oh dear me.
And books in a sunroom? Is it bad that the first thought that came into my mind was "oh dear, they're going to get bleached!"
Sorry about your books though. I hate losing any book, even the silly textbooky ones.
Edited for typos. Argh
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Sounds like you have my problem with essays - I can put together a coherent enough argument to pass, but my brain feels raw by the time I've finished one. Especially since I spend most of the semester puzzling frustratedly over how I'm going to come at the question and then I end up with just a few weeks to actually write the thing. I think I've only ever done one essay that I actually enjoyed writing.
Whereas give me a set of equations and I'm good. XD
I like working within rules and known variables, bending things around and arguing semantics.
Sounds like a good programmer-type brain to me. Or mathematician? Engineer? XD
Ooh, living with people from other countries sounds cool...
They didn't quite get it and I was more upset at my current roomie, the now psychology grad student, for not understanding the pivotal roles that culture/expectations can play on someone's psyche and behavior.
Well, you would be. I would be. I kinda worry, actually, at a psychologist not being able to grasp that, it's not good.
Then again, my roomie likes psychoanalysis and Freud way too much
Aha... I find Freud interesting sometimes, and he did note a few things that were interesting, but I prefer Jung. Although there are areas in which I don't take him too seriously either, he's a bit fail when it comes to gender.
So, books - well, I basically have "books I have lined up to read next", which is usually a really big pile, and mine is especially so since I've got the NSAs in it, and then one of my housemates keeps giving me books to finish, and I'm trying to keep up with some manga series, and a few other series, and it's all a bit... big. Although your piles seem to be opposite to mine - of that lot, I like to keep the best till last, which is why the Who books build up. And then everything else is on the bookshelves, usually.
Except I'm keeping a few special books in my room, cos it doesn't feel right without them.
All the books I have, I want to read, though. I just haven't got to most of them yet.
I have about...ah, ten different piles. Oh dear me.
LOL
And books in a sunroom? Is it bad that the first thought that came into my mind was "oh dear, they're going to get bleached!"
No, no, no, they're fine, they haven't taken any damage! And it's not bad that you worry about the books at all. XD
Sorry about your books though. I hate losing any book, even the silly textbooky ones.
Ah, no, I haven't lost them, they're just - most of them are my mum's house. And there are the ones in the sunroom, they just don't fit in my room anymore, and it's a bit... it just doesn't quite feel right.
When I have my own house, I'll have a library, and I'll have it attached to my bedroom. XD
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AT my mum's house, obviously. *facepalm*
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