The Sweet & Sour Reek of Pseudo-Academia
Listening to: "I'm Afraid of Japan" - Final Fantasy
Facebook People: Apologies about this note; it's long and pretty boring -- my notes are imported into Facebook from Blogger, but the only people who can see them are those tagged in the note (and I don't tag people who aren't mentioned); I'm not a fan of inundating people's home pages with boring shit, usually.
Well, I'm back at school. So far, I'm doing a sterling job of keeping up, but that isn't saying much, as I've been here less than a week. I've met some professors who seem to promise topical engagement, but a couple (math, american lit) who seem to have procured a monotonous drone after decades of teaching apparently mostly apathetic students. We'll see how they go. I've already done most of the reading due Monday for American Lit, and I'm not very optimistic about the anthology we're using as our main 'textbook' -- the introduction is vague and useless. I think it's good to be given more questions than answers with an introduction, especially one that focuses on survey cultural and political shifts within the time period of literature we're studying, but goddamn... There are three paragraphs devoted to "African Americans" versus four focusing solely on the automobile as a shift in the direction of 'serious' writing toward 'migrant' modes of thought. Hmm. Cars, Harlem Renaissance; cars, Harlem Renaissance -- their choice of focus is a bit odd and disconcerting. There's a lot about modernist theory in the introduction, but I'm struggling with some aspects of the explanation already; I hope the professor is not disenchanted enough to refuse to listen to a string of questions on Monday - after class, of course.
I feel bad about taking up professors' extra time; I know from having one as a father that it can be a bit annoying to be held up with high-strung undergrads on non-class time when there are graduate students and research proposals to be focusing on (not to say that my dad doesn't enjoy engaging the undergrads in his field). Anyway -- I feel worse taking up 300 students' time with subject matter that they're probably not interested in. I suppose it would be different if my classes had fewer students, or if I was in a more competitive program at a more competitive university -- but I'm at peace with the collective attitude of the ISU student-body, and that attitude involves taking up class-time with material that we're going to be tested on, not asking questions and expecting answers that expand on it.
I'm actually not too bummed about math. I found out today that Phil is in that class with me, and that's a comfort, even though I can't sit with him (there's a seating plan for attendance purposes). It'll be good to have someone to study with when the material becomes more challenging. As Chrissy said, it's easier for two people to know 100 percent of any applicable material between them than it is for one to immediately grasp it all. Plus, Phil is a generally agreeable person to be around, of course.
I'm excited about my criminal justice and philosophy classes for politically selfish reasons -- I enjoy the challenge of being taught classes that involve analytical thought about contemporary issues by teachers who are not aligned politically with me, but I still tend to be grateful when that's not the case. My philosophy teacher read us an essay today comparing Hitler's early career to George W.'s. It's always entertaining to be able to look back from the front row and immediately see the political distribution of students based solely on their facial expressions. I'm actually not really certain about my criminal justice teacher's political orientation, but she is, from what I can tell up to this point, a lovely feminist. Her focus within criminology is on forced prostitution in the United States, but right now she's doing a study on women in the Normal police force.
My semantics professor is going to make that class a lot less boring than I initially thought it might be, albeit a lot more challenging than I thought it would be, too. He teaches from an Orwellian perspective, and his focus so far is on how governments use language to suggest certain underlying and ingrained social meanings. Coolness!
I'm very optimistic about this semester. We'll see if I (and my professors and peers) can sustain my intellectual passion, though. The support I've gotten from my friends (Chrissy, Teryn, Paige and in an extremely large way her dad) has been extremely encouraging -- I no longer doubt that it's highly possible for me to do very well academically.
In other news, nothing romantic is on the horizon for the M-Sak. It's nothing that I'm concerned about from day-to-day, but I've decided that my New Year's Resolution to stay single for a year was more of a gut call than something that was rationally thought out as a means of self-improvement. I discussed it with Chrissy, and she suggested that putting a time-limit on it was potentially destructive -- I could miss a good opportunity this year, or I could feel more pressure once it's over to find someone to be with before I'm absolutely ready to. I'm not necessarily looking for a rebound, but at the same time I don't think it would hurt to get a failed, frustratingly prolonged yet non-committal and bitter fling out of my system. We'll see what happens in 2007.
Peace.
Labels: Chrissy, Paige, Phil, Teryn, Tim
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I'm going to prequalify this entry by mentioning that I am on a somewhat high prescribed dose of codeine right now. After a day of peeing every three minutes and sundry clinic/hospital visits, the consensus is that I have a serious kidney infection of the unknown variety. In fact, had I waited a day longer to get it treated, I would probably be rendered quite immobile by intense fits of chills, a high fever, and possible seizures. Ick. Anyway, the antibiotics are supposed to be doing their thing, but I have to go see my NP on Tuesday to discuss the lab results of my infected urine sample. Hopefully, it's nothing too serious. Because, damn. I can't afford to miss any more classes than I already have. I'm behind as it is, and haven't really had an excuse for it up until now.
Hung out with Little Dude and Phil tonight, despite excrutiating pain and an even more intense codeine high. I fell asleep while they were playing Soul Calibur II.
I should probably go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow to write some stuff for my Creative Writing class. I also have to go to the library to get some books on reserve to write a paper. And then I have to practice my balls off for my first Oral Interp performance. I might even print out notes for my Human Sexuality class, if Teryn's printer is now working. It would be sweet if it was.
Labels: illness, Phil, school, Zhora
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Had a predictable albeit enjoyable night tonight. I ended up not only watching Mrs. Doubtfire (possibly one of the greatest movies of all time), but also seeing Coming To America with Teryn, Zhora, and Phil.
I went downstairs to pick up Phil from his job at about five to eleven. Unfortunately, the xerox machine was going crazy, so he had to placate a few dissatisfied students, and then write up the xerox issue so that a girl could get some money back, so he ended up have to stay a couple minutes later than when he usually closes. Poor guy!
I think I'm turning into a bad influence on poor Zhora -- I've seen him pretty much every night this week, and all of those nights have been pretty late, so he hasn't been getting much sleep between me, his two jobs, and sundry other things. I feel bad because I wanted him to get a good night's sleep tonight since my party is tomorrow -- I don't want him to be all falling asleep during that! But hopefully, he'll have a couple hours between jobs to nap a little bit.
I'm excited for my little party! It won't really be anything but a few people hanging out at Chad's, but still! I'm anxious to see how Amanda is doing with her school stuff, considering she's been working so much. She's been exhausted the past few times I've been over there to visit.
Anyway, I have to get up and do some homework in the morning, so I should probably cut myself short before I get carried away with any more blogging nonsense.
Labels: Chad, Phil, Teryn, Zhora
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This Sentence Will Ruin Your Life!
I had a very relaxing night. As it turned out, Zhora didn't really want to fix anything on his car, but he
did want my help with picking out a receiver for it. He ended up reluctantly opting for a Dual; I'm not sure if I approve, but it does look pretty pimp.
We had a bit of fun joy-riding around between the dorms, Vtalik's shop, and Phil's house. Phil still owes me money, and I'm starting to worry, since he said he'd have it Tuesday, and he hasn't called... He wasn't there and he wasn't answering his phone when Zhora and I went over last night. We hung out with his roommate for a few minutes and watched MythBusters.
He dropped me off after taking me to Vtalik's shop again to retrieve his jacket and my bag, both of which I had forgotten. Ah, that reminds me! Good quotes:
Marion: Man, I'm so forgetful. Sorry about that.
Zhora: Don't worry about it. I'm forgive-ful.
My responsibility today is to make Vtalik a gigantic mp3 cd for his listening pleasure. He's got to head to Chicago this weekend for class, so he needs it soon.
You know what rocks?
The Fourth Amendment.
Labels: Fourth Amendment, Phil, Vtalik, Zhora
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