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Today was one of those psycho days at work where I weird out expectations by firing to the front of the pack with 12 surveys in the first hour and don't let up for half of the shift. I hope this helps me not get fired. I'm not really sure what else I can do?
I've had my first two classes of the summer. No literature covered yet, as this prof has a cultural studies focus, but I'm told that that's coming. The information about childhood in olden tymes is pretty neat, but it is strange to be taking an English course with so many people talking about their kids in it. The professor asked me why I was so quiet, but I did not tell her that it was partially due to having virtually nothing in my life that reflected on the topic of discussion. There's a kitten in the house; does that count as a kid? Also, I can't say as I agree with most of their views on childrearing, but it's a theoretical thing for me and will hopefully never end up getting put into practice. Thus, I had no particular need to contribute to a discussion that quickly veered into the usual gutter of suburban paranoia that marks most of what I hear about parenting.
The thing that gets me is the reluctance of a parent to leave a kid alone for five seconds at a time. I did a fair bit of wandering when I was younger, and I can't say as I would want any child I was responsible for growing up without such experiences if they should want them. People see predators in every house without much decoration and every vaguely shabby van (for clearly no predator can afford a minivan, a vehicle in which the sight of a screaming and protesting child would raise no suspicion whatsoever). If the problem were actually that bad in reality, the standard measure a parent takes to protect a child would prove a fairly minor obstacle to any determined attacker. If a child can't walk a few blocks without getting nabbed, the presence of an unarmed parent or two would do little to stop such an army of predators. If suburban paranoia is right, the first thing you should teach a child is that the knife is held upright and outward, and the second thing should be that the Achilles' tendon is right below the ankle. Otherwise, let a kid go to the playground already. Geez.
I've had my first two classes of the summer. No literature covered yet, as this prof has a cultural studies focus, but I'm told that that's coming. The information about childhood in olden tymes is pretty neat, but it is strange to be taking an English course with so many people talking about their kids in it. The professor asked me why I was so quiet, but I did not tell her that it was partially due to having virtually nothing in my life that reflected on the topic of discussion. There's a kitten in the house; does that count as a kid? Also, I can't say as I agree with most of their views on childrearing, but it's a theoretical thing for me and will hopefully never end up getting put into practice. Thus, I had no particular need to contribute to a discussion that quickly veered into the usual gutter of suburban paranoia that marks most of what I hear about parenting.
The thing that gets me is the reluctance of a parent to leave a kid alone for five seconds at a time. I did a fair bit of wandering when I was younger, and I can't say as I would want any child I was responsible for growing up without such experiences if they should want them. People see predators in every house without much decoration and every vaguely shabby van (for clearly no predator can afford a minivan, a vehicle in which the sight of a screaming and protesting child would raise no suspicion whatsoever). If the problem were actually that bad in reality, the standard measure a parent takes to protect a child would prove a fairly minor obstacle to any determined attacker. If a child can't walk a few blocks without getting nabbed, the presence of an unarmed parent or two would do little to stop such an army of predators. If suburban paranoia is right, the first thing you should teach a child is that the knife is held upright and outward, and the second thing should be that the Achilles' tendon is right below the ankle. Otherwise, let a kid go to the playground already. Geez.