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Yesterday was my long Tuesday. It was a mixed bag, that's for sure. My first class went well for me because I got to reschedule my presentation to allow me to go away to NS. However, one of my classmates was upset about an article we'd read (remember tamponification?) She felt that the author offered no hope for overcoming racism and instead just blamed white women (she took it very personally) for racism. That wasn't realy what the author was saying. The author said white women don't reflect on their own whiteness; that "white identity" is unconscious, and operates as a given or neutral position in people's minds.
My second class was weird. We usually have about 25 people. We had 18. People have stopped coming and one left at the break and didn't return. Ironically, it made the class better and I felt I learned more. Students are actually speaking to one another now. Yet I can't help but feel bad that people have decided (apparently) that it's not worth bothering to go.
I got to my lecture class on time, and sweat-free thanks to Mr. Pugh, who met me and carried my bag home. The lecture was great, as usual, and then I went to the tutorial, which I was leading.
It wasn't so great. We were looking at a case study of a woman principal who feels stressed out. One woman remarked that the job was going to destroy the woman's femininity, and she should spend more time at home since she's been neglecting her family. I wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that. What I wanted to say was, "and how about you little miss Betty Crocker? Where are your 2.5 children while you're in class?" What I did say was "how do the other people in the class feel about this?"
The Bi Pride Meeting brought up a lot of issues for me. I hate conflict. It makes me feel like a little kid trying to cope with all the poverty/alcoholism stresses of my childhood. I'm not good at confrontation and I tend to withdraw. One new arrival was particularly difficult for me to get along with. Abigor is a much nicer person than I am. Her friendliness made me feel like a real bitch. One of the things I dislike about volunteer work is that people will show up demanding you to be accountable to them. They speak on behalf of "the community" and yet really contribute none of the sweat that goes into work. There. I said it. ARRRRGGGGHHHH! It has happened in every organization I've been in.
I had a nice walk with abigor , and a frustrating time trying to get some business card templates to work for me. kept getting some page fault error that shut the program down. When I tried to change the font aspect the page size changed. Then my defaults changed and wouldn't change back. I had to use text boxes. ARRRGGGGHHH!
Last night I had a disturbing dream about a serial killer who was shifting from one universe to another. I was trying to solve the mystery as to why she was doing this by moving between universes as well. The weird thing was, not all of them had time move at the same rate, so some were in the future and some were in the past. In some the serial killer was a fictional character, and in some she was real. I had figured out that her motivation came from some issue of abuse in her past. I felt guilty about jumping out of the universe when I knew she was going to kill everyone in the room, but it was my only means of escape. I hope this dream isn't about our Bi Pride Meeting.
Today I'm studying German (can't you tell?) and I'm going to go to the liturgy at school and then to their social at a restaurant, and then to work. I hope it's not the boring old retired priest again. He's the only person I've ever heard use the term "Jewish propaganda." I know English isn't his first language, so I hope that he meant something other than we do by propaganda. Sometimes I've heard Spanish speakers say "propaganda" when they mean "advertising" or "information." It wasn't clear by the context. I suspect he's a freak. Afterwards (this happened in a large group discussion) people were talking about him in sort of a condescending "so-n-so's a nice guy, but he's losing his marbles" kind of way. I don't know if he was ever in possession of these alleged marbles.
My second class was weird. We usually have about 25 people. We had 18. People have stopped coming and one left at the break and didn't return. Ironically, it made the class better and I felt I learned more. Students are actually speaking to one another now. Yet I can't help but feel bad that people have decided (apparently) that it's not worth bothering to go.
I got to my lecture class on time, and sweat-free thanks to Mr. Pugh, who met me and carried my bag home. The lecture was great, as usual, and then I went to the tutorial, which I was leading.
It wasn't so great. We were looking at a case study of a woman principal who feels stressed out. One woman remarked that the job was going to destroy the woman's femininity, and she should spend more time at home since she's been neglecting her family. I wasn't exactly sure how to respond to that. What I wanted to say was, "and how about you little miss Betty Crocker? Where are your 2.5 children while you're in class?" What I did say was "how do the other people in the class feel about this?"
The Bi Pride Meeting brought up a lot of issues for me. I hate conflict. It makes me feel like a little kid trying to cope with all the poverty/alcoholism stresses of my childhood. I'm not good at confrontation and I tend to withdraw. One new arrival was particularly difficult for me to get along with. Abigor is a much nicer person than I am. Her friendliness made me feel like a real bitch. One of the things I dislike about volunteer work is that people will show up demanding you to be accountable to them. They speak on behalf of "the community" and yet really contribute none of the sweat that goes into work. There. I said it. ARRRRGGGGHHHH! It has happened in every organization I've been in.
I had a nice walk with abigor , and a frustrating time trying to get some business card templates to work for me. kept getting some page fault error that shut the program down. When I tried to change the font aspect the page size changed. Then my defaults changed and wouldn't change back. I had to use text boxes. ARRRGGGGHHH!
Last night I had a disturbing dream about a serial killer who was shifting from one universe to another. I was trying to solve the mystery as to why she was doing this by moving between universes as well. The weird thing was, not all of them had time move at the same rate, so some were in the future and some were in the past. In some the serial killer was a fictional character, and in some she was real. I had figured out that her motivation came from some issue of abuse in her past. I felt guilty about jumping out of the universe when I knew she was going to kill everyone in the room, but it was my only means of escape. I hope this dream isn't about our Bi Pride Meeting.
Today I'm studying German (can't you tell?) and I'm going to go to the liturgy at school and then to their social at a restaurant, and then to work. I hope it's not the boring old retired priest again. He's the only person I've ever heard use the term "Jewish propaganda." I know English isn't his first language, so I hope that he meant something other than we do by propaganda. Sometimes I've heard Spanish speakers say "propaganda" when they mean "advertising" or "information." It wasn't clear by the context. I suspect he's a freak. Afterwards (this happened in a large group discussion) people were talking about him in sort of a condescending "so-n-so's a nice guy, but he's losing his marbles" kind of way. I don't know if he was ever in possession of these alleged marbles.