I hate shaving my legs.
I really do. Actually, to be honest I only hate it after I haven’t shaved in awhile. That’s because I just used four razors and I still didn’t get my legs completely de-furred! Urgh!!!
But you ask, why keep it up then? Well, like I said I don’t always hate it. At certain times of the month I find it enjoyable because it’s one more facet of femininity. Yes, I am a feminist, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be feminine sometimes, particularly when Auntie Rose is visiting. It’s because when I’m being tailed by Auntie Rose I’m more than aware of the fact that I am a woman. I’ve got the power to bring life into the world and to nurture that life. I have a very strong maternal instinct, so I love that fact. I always feel like celebrating when most women feel cramped up and bloated.
Of course, according to Kristen this just means that I will have horrible labor because I don’t cramp. But then again for some reason I usually cramp up about a week or so before my period so maybe it won’t be so bad.
And, on a completely unrelated note, if Heath Ledger doesn’t win an Oscar for his performance in The Dark Knight, I will go Academy hunting. Every time I watch it, I am just broadsided anew by him. I have to sit there and remind myself that the Joker is Heath Ledger. In the movie, he is just the Joker, no one else. I can’t see any of Heath’s past roles in him. I can still see Morgan Freeman as Azim from Robin Hood and Gary Oldman as Dracula, but for the life of me I can’t reconcile the Joker and William Thatcher. If that isn’t the mark of a great actor, I don’t know what is.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Three Reasons This Past Week Sucked
1. Someone took my HIM poster off the door of my room. As in stole it.
I came back Thursday evening after my classes but before Lessons and Carols to find my poster gone. You don't know how pissed I was. It was a beat up poster that I was thinking of getting rid of anyway. If the person who took it had asked, I would probably have been open to giving it to them free or very cheap. Now, I want it back just because someone stole the damn thing.
2. I had a minor meltdown after juries.
I ain't kidding. I ran out of there needing one of my friends so that I could get a hug and get it all out. Thankfully I found Rebecca before I flipped. Contrary to popular belief I do not like crying in public.
3. I have three more exams before I can chill.
I really don't like exams!
I came back Thursday evening after my classes but before Lessons and Carols to find my poster gone. You don't know how pissed I was. It was a beat up poster that I was thinking of getting rid of anyway. If the person who took it had asked, I would probably have been open to giving it to them free or very cheap. Now, I want it back just because someone stole the damn thing.
2. I had a minor meltdown after juries.
I ain't kidding. I ran out of there needing one of my friends so that I could get a hug and get it all out. Thankfully I found Rebecca before I flipped. Contrary to popular belief I do not like crying in public.
3. I have three more exams before I can chill.
I really don't like exams!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Of Seventh Chords and Tremelos
So, today in Musicianship was rather eventful.
First, when I did my rhythm quiz I did something that was not only a first but completely hilarious. On the long notes, my voice had a - according to Lynn - a tremelo. Seriously, my nerves made me unable to control my vocal cords. I couldn't stop the tremelo from being in my voice and the rest of the class plus Dr. Couch had a field day with it.
By the way for those of you who aren't musicians, a tremelo is when you move between two notes very quickly but evenly. It's not a trill which is more random.
Then when we were going over seventh chord identification it became apparent that Lynn has spent way too much time around me. You see, when we first learned them Dr. Couch told us to imagine them as colors. A major-major is yellow, a major-minor is red, a minor-minor is blue, a half-diminished is grey, and a fully diminished is black.
Well, me being who I am, I came up with another way of remembering the chords. Major-major is very sunny and bright - like Autobot Bumblebee. Minor-minor is calm and sometimes slightly sad, and thus it is imprinted in my mind as the Optimus chord. Half-diminished sounds "whiney" so it's Starscream, and the fully diminished sounds very evil like Megatron. Thus, you have my memory system in place.
Well, today, Lynn identified the half-diminished as Starscream. We both sort of looked at each other and mutually agreed that we'd spent waaaaaaay too much time around each other.
First, when I did my rhythm quiz I did something that was not only a first but completely hilarious. On the long notes, my voice had a - according to Lynn - a tremelo. Seriously, my nerves made me unable to control my vocal cords. I couldn't stop the tremelo from being in my voice and the rest of the class plus Dr. Couch had a field day with it.
By the way for those of you who aren't musicians, a tremelo is when you move between two notes very quickly but evenly. It's not a trill which is more random.
Then when we were going over seventh chord identification it became apparent that Lynn has spent way too much time around me. You see, when we first learned them Dr. Couch told us to imagine them as colors. A major-major is yellow, a major-minor is red, a minor-minor is blue, a half-diminished is grey, and a fully diminished is black.
Well, me being who I am, I came up with another way of remembering the chords. Major-major is very sunny and bright - like Autobot Bumblebee. Minor-minor is calm and sometimes slightly sad, and thus it is imprinted in my mind as the Optimus chord. Half-diminished sounds "whiney" so it's Starscream, and the fully diminished sounds very evil like Megatron. Thus, you have my memory system in place.
Well, today, Lynn identified the half-diminished as Starscream. We both sort of looked at each other and mutually agreed that we'd spent waaaaaaay too much time around each other.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Contentment
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
That is the sound of a contented music major. Wind Ensemble finally got finished with its first concert and the Hodie is only graded by Mrs. Hill and I know most of it. I don't have to freak out about Wind Ensemble music anymore.
On the other hand, I do have rehearsal tonight even though Wind Ensemble rehearsal is cancelled. Ah, that lovely, lovely Hodie. Fortunately, Dorothy will be with me so I won't be alone with a bunch of random orchestra people. I told Mrs. Hill I would do it because I wanted to have some orchestra experience and she did ask.
And I've chilled out about practicing too. I still need to do it, but I'm not saying "OMG! I don't have ten hours!!!!" anymore. I know I probably won't get my quota this week, but I'm not going to beat myself up about it. I'll just work harder next week and the week after.
I'm loving that Mrs. Hill assigned a piece I already partly knew as my second solo. Scherzo in C Minor kicked my butt two years ago but I kicked its butt the other day when I looked at it again. It's amazing that I can still remember how to play it, but I'm glad too since I'm still ironing out kinks in my first solo, Scene and Air from Loisa de Montfort.
For now though, I'm enjoying lunch and having internet. I hope they get it fixed in Morris soon.
That is the sound of a contented music major. Wind Ensemble finally got finished with its first concert and the Hodie is only graded by Mrs. Hill and I know most of it. I don't have to freak out about Wind Ensemble music anymore.
On the other hand, I do have rehearsal tonight even though Wind Ensemble rehearsal is cancelled. Ah, that lovely, lovely Hodie. Fortunately, Dorothy will be with me so I won't be alone with a bunch of random orchestra people. I told Mrs. Hill I would do it because I wanted to have some orchestra experience and she did ask.
And I've chilled out about practicing too. I still need to do it, but I'm not saying "OMG! I don't have ten hours!!!!" anymore. I know I probably won't get my quota this week, but I'm not going to beat myself up about it. I'll just work harder next week and the week after.
I'm loving that Mrs. Hill assigned a piece I already partly knew as my second solo. Scherzo in C Minor kicked my butt two years ago but I kicked its butt the other day when I looked at it again. It's amazing that I can still remember how to play it, but I'm glad too since I'm still ironing out kinks in my first solo, Scene and Air from Loisa de Montfort.
For now though, I'm enjoying lunch and having internet. I hope they get it fixed in Morris soon.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Traditions
Traditions
So, family traditions. Well, in my family we had a lot of old traditions and then we have our new traditions. The reason we do is because we had the things we did before my grandmother died and the things we do now.
Before Grammy died she was the one who put on all the parties. Every birthday - mine, my sister's, my brother's, all of my cousins', and my niece the few years before Grammy died - was in the Lake House. Grammy would cook a mountain of food and us five Grandkids and our parents plus my Aunt Claire would gather together and have fun. Christmas and Thanksgiving were put on at the Big House and they were open to more of our peripheral family. I haven't even seen most of those people since the last Christmas get together.
After Grammy died in 2002, all that fell apart. She was what unified our family so we really had to begin a few new traditions. My sister and my mother have taken up were Grammy left off, but my sister does it more since Mom's condition (she had a stroke when I was in 8th grade and it was very severe. She doesn't like being in public much and putting on Thanksgiving and such tends to leave her very stressed and we prefer not to do that to her) doesn't lend well to entertaining as much. For the first time in over six years we plan to have Christmas in the Big House this year.
What do these traditions mean to me? To be completely honest I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes thinking about the times we had in the Big House and Lake House. (Listening to this particular segment of the score from the Dark Knight isn't helping either.) I can remember running around with my cousins April, Amy, and Christopher playing Cops and Robbers and Hide'n'Seek. I can see Grammy bustling around the kitchen and my brother Brian opening presents in front of the fire place.
These traditions that my family has lost represent my lost childhood. After Grammy died, I grew up fast. I had too. A year after Grammy died my mother had her stroke. I still sometimes have to check on Mama when she's sleeping to make sure she's still breathing, that's how close we were to losing her. My Aunt Claire went through a really rough time after Grammy died and there was a temporary rift between her, my uncle, and my dad because of the conditions of my grandmother's will. My Uncle GT and my cousins still don't contact us much.
This Christmas is important because it fills me with hope. It means that my family has finally really begun to heal. We'll be doing something that is at least half way normal even though it's probably going to be very depressing because it'll be the first Big House Christmas without Grammy presiding.
But still, it's the hope that counts.
So, family traditions. Well, in my family we had a lot of old traditions and then we have our new traditions. The reason we do is because we had the things we did before my grandmother died and the things we do now.
Before Grammy died she was the one who put on all the parties. Every birthday - mine, my sister's, my brother's, all of my cousins', and my niece the few years before Grammy died - was in the Lake House. Grammy would cook a mountain of food and us five Grandkids and our parents plus my Aunt Claire would gather together and have fun. Christmas and Thanksgiving were put on at the Big House and they were open to more of our peripheral family. I haven't even seen most of those people since the last Christmas get together.
After Grammy died in 2002, all that fell apart. She was what unified our family so we really had to begin a few new traditions. My sister and my mother have taken up were Grammy left off, but my sister does it more since Mom's condition (she had a stroke when I was in 8th grade and it was very severe. She doesn't like being in public much and putting on Thanksgiving and such tends to leave her very stressed and we prefer not to do that to her) doesn't lend well to entertaining as much. For the first time in over six years we plan to have Christmas in the Big House this year.
What do these traditions mean to me? To be completely honest I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes thinking about the times we had in the Big House and Lake House. (Listening to this particular segment of the score from the Dark Knight isn't helping either.) I can remember running around with my cousins April, Amy, and Christopher playing Cops and Robbers and Hide'n'Seek. I can see Grammy bustling around the kitchen and my brother Brian opening presents in front of the fire place.
These traditions that my family has lost represent my lost childhood. After Grammy died, I grew up fast. I had too. A year after Grammy died my mother had her stroke. I still sometimes have to check on Mama when she's sleeping to make sure she's still breathing, that's how close we were to losing her. My Aunt Claire went through a really rough time after Grammy died and there was a temporary rift between her, my uncle, and my dad because of the conditions of my grandmother's will. My Uncle GT and my cousins still don't contact us much.
This Christmas is important because it fills me with hope. It means that my family has finally really begun to heal. We'll be doing something that is at least half way normal even though it's probably going to be very depressing because it'll be the first Big House Christmas without Grammy presiding.
But still, it's the hope that counts.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Homesickness
I don't have any.
So, this weekend is Fall Break and almost all of my friends are going to spend the weekend at home, most rolling out of here right after IDC.
I'm not.
I only live an hour and a half away but I don't want to go home for the weekend. I love my family, but at home I do pretty much what I do here: whole up in my room or the computer room(home)/practice room(here) and not see the light of day. Ann-Alyce told me about how her and her mom would go out to eat a lot and hang out, but my family doesn't do that a whole lot. Really, my family isn't the "traditional" kind. We love each other, but for my entire life we've never been the "let's-go-out-to-eat-tonight!" kind of family. We hang out together sometimes, but for the most part my parents, my brother, and I don't do family outings.
To be fair, it's mostly because of our personalities. Depending on the day my dad can be either very gregarious or anxious, and many of my birthday outings have featured my dad trying not to be too ill tempered. My mama suffered a stroke when I was in eighth grade, so she often feels slightly uncomfortable out in public. My brother doesn't take any crap so if Dad's in a pissy mood Brian gets mad too and things snowball from there. I like going out and having dinner with my family, but I'm the mediator so I often get pulled in to ref and then I get pissed.
It's always interesting to look at my brother and I because we both have opposite features. Brian gets his social attitude from Dad and his quick-ish temper from Mama. I get my solitary habits from Mama and my temper from Daddy. Brian is very physical and handy-man-ish like Daddy, and I'm artistic and crafty like Mama. Maybe it's because we're all so alike that being together too long isn't all that pleasant.
Anyway, tangent aside, I think I might go home for a day, but I don't think I'm going to spend any nights. In Con 101 they talked to us about studying strategies, and since I've never studied at home I usually associate it with down time. I can study anywhere on campus because even though I live here, it's still school. Home is where I don't do diddly, and with two Mid-terms coming after the break I can't really afford to do diddly for even two days. One yes; two no.
So, this weekend is Fall Break and almost all of my friends are going to spend the weekend at home, most rolling out of here right after IDC.
I'm not.
I only live an hour and a half away but I don't want to go home for the weekend. I love my family, but at home I do pretty much what I do here: whole up in my room or the computer room(home)/practice room(here) and not see the light of day. Ann-Alyce told me about how her and her mom would go out to eat a lot and hang out, but my family doesn't do that a whole lot. Really, my family isn't the "traditional" kind. We love each other, but for my entire life we've never been the "let's-go-out-to-eat-tonight!" kind of family. We hang out together sometimes, but for the most part my parents, my brother, and I don't do family outings.
To be fair, it's mostly because of our personalities. Depending on the day my dad can be either very gregarious or anxious, and many of my birthday outings have featured my dad trying not to be too ill tempered. My mama suffered a stroke when I was in eighth grade, so she often feels slightly uncomfortable out in public. My brother doesn't take any crap so if Dad's in a pissy mood Brian gets mad too and things snowball from there. I like going out and having dinner with my family, but I'm the mediator so I often get pulled in to ref and then I get pissed.
It's always interesting to look at my brother and I because we both have opposite features. Brian gets his social attitude from Dad and his quick-ish temper from Mama. I get my solitary habits from Mama and my temper from Daddy. Brian is very physical and handy-man-ish like Daddy, and I'm artistic and crafty like Mama. Maybe it's because we're all so alike that being together too long isn't all that pleasant.
Anyway, tangent aside, I think I might go home for a day, but I don't think I'm going to spend any nights. In Con 101 they talked to us about studying strategies, and since I've never studied at home I usually associate it with down time. I can study anywhere on campus because even though I live here, it's still school. Home is where I don't do diddly, and with two Mid-terms coming after the break I can't really afford to do diddly for even two days. One yes; two no.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Test Strategies
How will I study for my IDC midterms? Inquiring minds want to know.
Simple: Reread important passages. Dr. Brown gave us a heads up on what's on the midterm, and I don't foresee any problems with just going back over and rereading certain passages. Most of them I either marked or she gave us.
I'll also go back and skim over my notes while doing them. I'm also going to reread the Plato works since I never actually finished either of them.
To be truthful, the IDC midterm isn't freaking me out. It doesn't seem any more intimidating then the tests we had in AP English, but then again I'm a wackadoo so what do I know? I probably won't freak out until the night before and then all Hades with break loose. The midterm I'm really freaking out about isn't until after fall break: Musicianship. That is the one that I'll be studying quite a bit for.
Simple: Reread important passages. Dr. Brown gave us a heads up on what's on the midterm, and I don't foresee any problems with just going back over and rereading certain passages. Most of them I either marked or she gave us.
I'll also go back and skim over my notes while doing them. I'm also going to reread the Plato works since I never actually finished either of them.
To be truthful, the IDC midterm isn't freaking me out. It doesn't seem any more intimidating then the tests we had in AP English, but then again I'm a wackadoo so what do I know? I probably won't freak out until the night before and then all Hades with break loose. The midterm I'm really freaking out about isn't until after fall break: Musicianship. That is the one that I'll be studying quite a bit for.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Of Learning and Profound Thoughts
The most effective in-class learning experience of my life. That's a toughie.
It may sound a tad weird, but the most effective learning experience that I had in a classroom was actually watching one of my two favorite teachers in the world, Mr. Paul Johnson, slamming into a wall demonstrating Brownian Motion. It didn't teach me too much about physical science, but it taught me a bit about being yourself.
If you ever knew Mr. Johnson you'd think he would fit in great with the professors here. He's smart, zany, and really cares about his students. He wasn't afraid of slamming into that wall as long as at least one of us in that room took away an example of what Brownian Motion is. One of his most effective learning tools has also been his plethora of tales of his past. He told us all kinds of stories that (loosely) related to what ever he was teaching us at the time. He wasn't afraid of being himself - so be it that he realized that he as a high school teacher had a few limits - and leading his students by example.
Being yourself may not seem like something that would be effective in college studies, but I find that being myself helps me. I don't have to put on airs in class, thus I can pay attention to Dr. Theilmann's inspiring rhetoric instead of trying to keep up a pretense of whatever.
The only thing that I have to do is try not to start blurting out random things in his class like I have some weird form of Turret's. More about that story later.
Outside of class is a bit easier. To date my best out of class learning experience was my first few days here. I learn best by experience - AKA the hard way - so even though I theoretically knew that not everyone in the world was like my comrades at SHS it still hadn't sunk into my subconscious.
Here I found out that most people think it's okay to be a complete Transfan/Fanbot and quite a few people think it's cool that I am. No one laughed at my Transformers sheets, instead they said things like "I want Optimus Prime sheets." I met several people that are fellow anime/manga fans and one who shares a love of Ronin Warriors. My complete randomness is something that makes me endearingly unique - not utterly weird. Also, I don't feel like I'm the only person in the class with a brain. In fact I'm loving the fact that I sometimes feel like I have no brain! I have a challenge for once in my life!
These help here because I'm not afraid to say that I need help. I know that my classmates won't look down on me - or try to anyway - because they understand that not everyone in the world is into John Deer and FFA. They understand that I refuse to shop at stores where the jeans cost more than a good mouthpiece (which can be around $60). It feels damn good.
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As for the above mentioned story, that would be the fact that in Dr. Theilmann's Global Warming class today I was hopped up on sugar and around a certain time of the moon's cycle I find myself increasingly prone to mood swings. If my mood happens to swing toward hyper I develope a sort of random Turret's where I blurt out completely out of left field things.
For example, Dr. Theilmann thought I was about to say something profound in his class today.
My profound thought happened to be that I realized that "Cameroon" rhymed with "macaroon".
It may sound a tad weird, but the most effective learning experience that I had in a classroom was actually watching one of my two favorite teachers in the world, Mr. Paul Johnson, slamming into a wall demonstrating Brownian Motion. It didn't teach me too much about physical science, but it taught me a bit about being yourself.
If you ever knew Mr. Johnson you'd think he would fit in great with the professors here. He's smart, zany, and really cares about his students. He wasn't afraid of slamming into that wall as long as at least one of us in that room took away an example of what Brownian Motion is. One of his most effective learning tools has also been his plethora of tales of his past. He told us all kinds of stories that (loosely) related to what ever he was teaching us at the time. He wasn't afraid of being himself - so be it that he realized that he as a high school teacher had a few limits - and leading his students by example.
Being yourself may not seem like something that would be effective in college studies, but I find that being myself helps me. I don't have to put on airs in class, thus I can pay attention to Dr. Theilmann's inspiring rhetoric instead of trying to keep up a pretense of whatever.
The only thing that I have to do is try not to start blurting out random things in his class like I have some weird form of Turret's. More about that story later.
Outside of class is a bit easier. To date my best out of class learning experience was my first few days here. I learn best by experience - AKA the hard way - so even though I theoretically knew that not everyone in the world was like my comrades at SHS it still hadn't sunk into my subconscious.
Here I found out that most people think it's okay to be a complete Transfan/Fanbot and quite a few people think it's cool that I am. No one laughed at my Transformers sheets, instead they said things like "I want Optimus Prime sheets." I met several people that are fellow anime/manga fans and one who shares a love of Ronin Warriors. My complete randomness is something that makes me endearingly unique - not utterly weird. Also, I don't feel like I'm the only person in the class with a brain. In fact I'm loving the fact that I sometimes feel like I have no brain! I have a challenge for once in my life!
These help here because I'm not afraid to say that I need help. I know that my classmates won't look down on me - or try to anyway - because they understand that not everyone in the world is into John Deer and FFA. They understand that I refuse to shop at stores where the jeans cost more than a good mouthpiece (which can be around $60). It feels damn good.
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As for the above mentioned story, that would be the fact that in Dr. Theilmann's Global Warming class today I was hopped up on sugar and around a certain time of the moon's cycle I find myself increasingly prone to mood swings. If my mood happens to swing toward hyper I develope a sort of random Turret's where I blurt out completely out of left field things.
For example, Dr. Theilmann thought I was about to say something profound in his class today.
My profound thought happened to be that I realized that "Cameroon" rhymed with "macaroon".
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
I Am Womyn, Here Me Rawr
So, today in Converse 101 there was mention of a book that I thought looked interesting. My fellow students should be able to recall Well Behaved Women Seldom Make History from the Power Point Dr. Walker and Dean Molly showed us. So, I found it in the library and started it, and I must say that it is indeed right up my alley.
I'll tell you plainly, I'm a staunch feminist.
And in case you didn't get the memo, no, that doesn't mean that I hate men (good God my dorm is covered in Johnny Depp, Shia LeBeouf, and Optimus Prime) or that I burn bras or any of that other crap. It means that I do not appreciate men whistling and leering at me, that I dislike boys thinking that I'm a loose woman just because the windows in my car are down, or being passed over for the male child. All of those have happened to me; the first two just this past weekend.
It means that I do not believe that I should be seen but not heard. If God can hear my voice loud and clear then you should be able to too. It means that I will not accept getting 32 cents less than the human being that just happens to be equipped somewhat differently when we do the same damn job - and knowing me I'm probably actually going through more hazardous stress than the other person so I should darn well get a full dollar for his dollar. It means that telling me that I should be at home raising babies will piss me off big time. I have two nieces and a nephew, and I've provided free daycare and babysitting since I was nine years old. I am not doing that for at least another three or four years.
If I can find a willing partner that is. Being a feminist also means that it ticks me off when boys get intimidated by women who are smarter or as smart as they are. It also ticks me off that girls are constantly given the wrong body image. Despite what the popular media says, guys are a little put off by girls who are nothing but bones. I have it on good authority as one of my guy friends did mention it to me. And imagine, if you don't want to hug a skeleton I doubt Mr. Man does either.
Lastly, it means that I believe that we are all equal in God's eyes. In IDC we've discussed Genesis and the significance of Eve being created from Adam's rib. I do not believe that it was because Eve was supposed to be inferior, and while I may giggle and think "right on", it's not because God had a better idea or was just having a practice run. I believe that it's because God really didn't want Adam to walk alone. Humans are social creatures. We need each other more than we can ever know, but we can't be together if we always find ways to separate ourselves. Yes, we should all be unique, but we also have to remember that - to throw in my token Transformers reference - there is more to us than meets the eye.
PS: The mispelling of "roar" is internet-ish slang if you didn't know, but the alternate spelling of "woman" is actually used in a book on the feminist movement that I have at home.
I'll tell you plainly, I'm a staunch feminist.
And in case you didn't get the memo, no, that doesn't mean that I hate men (good God my dorm is covered in Johnny Depp, Shia LeBeouf, and Optimus Prime) or that I burn bras or any of that other crap. It means that I do not appreciate men whistling and leering at me, that I dislike boys thinking that I'm a loose woman just because the windows in my car are down, or being passed over for the male child. All of those have happened to me; the first two just this past weekend.
It means that I do not believe that I should be seen but not heard. If God can hear my voice loud and clear then you should be able to too. It means that I will not accept getting 32 cents less than the human being that just happens to be equipped somewhat differently when we do the same damn job - and knowing me I'm probably actually going through more hazardous stress than the other person so I should darn well get a full dollar for his dollar. It means that telling me that I should be at home raising babies will piss me off big time. I have two nieces and a nephew, and I've provided free daycare and babysitting since I was nine years old. I am not doing that for at least another three or four years.
If I can find a willing partner that is. Being a feminist also means that it ticks me off when boys get intimidated by women who are smarter or as smart as they are. It also ticks me off that girls are constantly given the wrong body image. Despite what the popular media says, guys are a little put off by girls who are nothing but bones. I have it on good authority as one of my guy friends did mention it to me. And imagine, if you don't want to hug a skeleton I doubt Mr. Man does either.
Lastly, it means that I believe that we are all equal in God's eyes. In IDC we've discussed Genesis and the significance of Eve being created from Adam's rib. I do not believe that it was because Eve was supposed to be inferior, and while I may giggle and think "right on", it's not because God had a better idea or was just having a practice run. I believe that it's because God really didn't want Adam to walk alone. Humans are social creatures. We need each other more than we can ever know, but we can't be together if we always find ways to separate ourselves. Yes, we should all be unique, but we also have to remember that - to throw in my token Transformers reference - there is more to us than meets the eye.
PS: The mispelling of "roar" is internet-ish slang if you didn't know, but the alternate spelling of "woman" is actually used in a book on the feminist movement that I have at home.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Integrity (The easily offended need not read)
Integrity is knowing when you're right, wrong, and responsible. It's knowing when you've gone too far or you haven't gone far enough. It's realizing that you shouldn't judge the world by your morals, but instead help others attain them.
And you can quote me on that.
Why is it important? I hate that question. If someone honestly needs to know the simple, short answer to it, then he or she needs to jump off a building. For the details I'll tell you this: without integrity, you'd only have anarchy. And just because I enjoy Disturbed and Atreyu doesn't mean that I enjoy anarchy. Although, neither one of them preaches anarchy, and I believe Disturbed actually sings about changing the world for the better. Listen to Land of Confusion. Great song.
Integrity in daily life you ask? Well, I make it a practice not to tell lies to all and sundry - and I admit to lying occasionally (That t'would be the responsibility portion of the definition). I try to set a pretty good example for my nieces and nephew as well as anyone else who needs a strong kick in the morals department. I always try not to check myself before I go too far over say, a rule or someone else's personal tastes. I don't drop f-bombs around people who dislike cursing.
And please don't take my tone wrong or anything, it's just that I get to being bored with answering questions like these with very proper "Integrity is important because . . ." kinds of answers. I figure that if I must give you an answer, then I'm going to make sure it makes an impact. There is no disrespect meant with any of what I say here.
I guess that is another part of integrity, knowing when your words could be taken the wrong way.
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So yesssssssssss.
Heeee, Transformers reference.
Anywho, I'm a little all over the place right now because I'm a bit tired and I've got lots to do. I have another hour and a half to two hours of practice (Music students must be allowed their eccentricities) plus Music Theory (joy!).
On a much lighter - and nonschool related - subject, I've finally gotten my next template for my pixel avatar hobby done! I can't wait to get started on Rafe. (Rafe's the name of the character that the template features) I might also go ahead and digitally color him, but I don't like the way I did his nose.
Actually, I sort of forgot it. I just did my generic little line.
By the way, the pixel I use as my avatar here on Blogger is actually the one I did of Alexandria, Rafe's girl. Back to him, I also drew him with a rose in his mouth since he's infamous for giving out roses. (*laugh*)
Anywho, off to Blackman! YAY~!
*Today's sarcasm has been brought to you by Internet Explorer and Blogger.com~*
And you can quote me on that.
Why is it important? I hate that question. If someone honestly needs to know the simple, short answer to it, then he or she needs to jump off a building. For the details I'll tell you this: without integrity, you'd only have anarchy. And just because I enjoy Disturbed and Atreyu doesn't mean that I enjoy anarchy. Although, neither one of them preaches anarchy, and I believe Disturbed actually sings about changing the world for the better. Listen to Land of Confusion. Great song.
Integrity in daily life you ask? Well, I make it a practice not to tell lies to all and sundry - and I admit to lying occasionally (That t'would be the responsibility portion of the definition). I try to set a pretty good example for my nieces and nephew as well as anyone else who needs a strong kick in the morals department. I always try not to check myself before I go too far over say, a rule or someone else's personal tastes. I don't drop f-bombs around people who dislike cursing.
And please don't take my tone wrong or anything, it's just that I get to being bored with answering questions like these with very proper "Integrity is important because . . ." kinds of answers. I figure that if I must give you an answer, then I'm going to make sure it makes an impact. There is no disrespect meant with any of what I say here.
I guess that is another part of integrity, knowing when your words could be taken the wrong way.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So yesssssssssss.
Heeee, Transformers reference.
Anywho, I'm a little all over the place right now because I'm a bit tired and I've got lots to do. I have another hour and a half to two hours of practice (Music students must be allowed their eccentricities) plus Music Theory (joy!).
On a much lighter - and nonschool related - subject, I've finally gotten my next template for my pixel avatar hobby done! I can't wait to get started on Rafe. (Rafe's the name of the character that the template features) I might also go ahead and digitally color him, but I don't like the way I did his nose.
Actually, I sort of forgot it. I just did my generic little line.
By the way, the pixel I use as my avatar here on Blogger is actually the one I did of Alexandria, Rafe's girl. Back to him, I also drew him with a rose in his mouth since he's infamous for giving out roses. (*laugh*)
Anywho, off to Blackman! YAY~!
*Today's sarcasm has been brought to you by Internet Explorer and Blogger.com~*
Friday, September 5, 2008
The College Commandments
So, I was just checking my email at midnight and guess what I had the pleasure of finding.
The TILT results were due. By midnight.
Yeah, I'm still fuming about my stupidity.
So, I still did them just so I wouldn't be a total slacker, and I have learned just one more College Commandment. As they stand there are five.
1) Thou shalt always bring thine own cleaning supplies.
2) Thou shalt read the syllubi for all classes for once in thine life.
3) Thou shalt remember that the microfridge doesn't need to be set to 5.
4) Thou shalt check thine email often and thoroughly.
5) Thou shalt not say no to free food.
I hope this helps someone else out there. Apparently I had to learn all these things the hard way.
The TILT results were due. By midnight.
Yeah, I'm still fuming about my stupidity.
So, I still did them just so I wouldn't be a total slacker, and I have learned just one more College Commandment. As they stand there are five.
1) Thou shalt always bring thine own cleaning supplies.
2) Thou shalt read the syllubi for all classes for once in thine life.
3) Thou shalt remember that the microfridge doesn't need to be set to 5.
4) Thou shalt check thine email often and thoroughly.
5) Thou shalt not say no to free food.
I hope this helps someone else out there. Apparently I had to learn all these things the hard way.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Questions, Questions
So, what strategies do I plan to use to combat my procrastination and balance my life?
Let's see, there's the tried and true method of scheduling. In fact, I started it last night, but then I realized that I still didn't know exactly when my clarinet lessons were so I put it off until tonight after Wind Ensemble.
There's also my after ten rule. I don't do anything school related - unless it's an emergency - after ten o'clock at night. I bend that for things like MacGamut (I like doing it anyway) and probably this blog, but after ten is a no-no for everything else. After ten is when I plan to do my chil-laxing activities like fan fiction writing and pixel art.
I'm also going to save Friday and Saturday nights for socializing unless I have an "emergency". I'm thinking that a weekly movie night and an open chill night will do me just fine in the socializing arena until I'm more used to college and better at getting what needs to be done done. I'm not really a social butterfly anyway so too much socializing would do more than bring down my grades. I'd probably get irritable and moody. I love all my friends anywhere, but I need a lot of solitude or else. Heavy emphasis on the "or else".
Otherwise, all outside of class times, including meal times, will be open for me to do what I need to. I plan to practice every night around six since there aren't many people practicing in Blackman in the evenings. Plus I'm calmer and more apt to want to play after a day of sitting in a desk. While I love immersing myself in music there is nothing better than to actually play it. Theory and Musicology (aka Music History) are very interesting - and Musicianship and Piano are pretty fun, but at the end of the day, I want to play. I'll probably add another practice time once I get to my lessons, but for now six is it.
Let's see, there's the tried and true method of scheduling. In fact, I started it last night, but then I realized that I still didn't know exactly when my clarinet lessons were so I put it off until tonight after Wind Ensemble.
There's also my after ten rule. I don't do anything school related - unless it's an emergency - after ten o'clock at night. I bend that for things like MacGamut (I like doing it anyway) and probably this blog, but after ten is a no-no for everything else. After ten is when I plan to do my chil-laxing activities like fan fiction writing and pixel art.
I'm also going to save Friday and Saturday nights for socializing unless I have an "emergency". I'm thinking that a weekly movie night and an open chill night will do me just fine in the socializing arena until I'm more used to college and better at getting what needs to be done done. I'm not really a social butterfly anyway so too much socializing would do more than bring down my grades. I'd probably get irritable and moody. I love all my friends anywhere, but I need a lot of solitude or else. Heavy emphasis on the "or else".
Otherwise, all outside of class times, including meal times, will be open for me to do what I need to. I plan to practice every night around six since there aren't many people practicing in Blackman in the evenings. Plus I'm calmer and more apt to want to play after a day of sitting in a desk. While I love immersing myself in music there is nothing better than to actually play it. Theory and Musicology (aka Music History) are very interesting - and Musicianship and Piano are pretty fun, but at the end of the day, I want to play. I'll probably add another practice time once I get to my lessons, but for now six is it.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
My First Post (I hope I did this right.)
So, the blog that they're making us keep for Converse 101.
Any who, the name's Megan, hi how're you doin'. Right now it's night and I'm in Blackman wondering why I waited until nine o'clock the night before to set this sucker up. One word: procrastination. Oh, and the fact that I put my piano practice before the blog. Otherwise, I would have set it up at seven instead.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to knock blogging. I actually like asserting my opinions and what-not, but I do mind when I'm doing it for a school function. Take the tag line "A Pink Valkyrie's Thoughts". I actually sat here for a few moments wondering if my two professors would actually mind that I didn't call this "Megan's Blog" or whatever. I like to be creative and unique - and I love Converse's mascot - so I decided to combine the Valkyrie with the fact that I'm a Pink Panther. I'm hoping they don't mind, and if they do I'll change it.
My main point is, I don't like being restricted when I'm writing something, and no matter what anyone tells me about college, I still have to restrict my thoughts somewhat because I'm new at all this. I've yet to test my boundaries with the faculty and staff. Actually, I've yet to really get to know the faculty and staff well enough to feel comfortable with testing my boundaries with them. The reason I make this such a big deal is that I have a near phobia about crossing people in authority. People my age can kiss my derriere, but police officers, professors, CAs, anyone else I deem to be in authority, etc, etc, . . . . No. I'm serious, the first day or two of Orientation I had to stop myself from calling my CA Morgan "ma'am" all the time.
Well, enough about my idiosyncrasies about the blog, more about my eccentricities outside of it. I'm a freshman Converse student, specifically a Music Education major. I play the clarinet and am in the process of learning piano. I think I spent at least an hour playing tonight, but I forgot my watch and cell phone so I can't be sure. I'm a big fan of anime and manga, (By the way, never call it "Japanimation" around me. That terms seriously annoys the crimaday out of me.) and everything Transformers. I enjoy reading, writing, and drawing not to mention talking with anyone and everyone about anything.
You know, I think I might not mind having to blog after all.
Any who, the name's Megan, hi how're you doin'. Right now it's night and I'm in Blackman wondering why I waited until nine o'clock the night before to set this sucker up. One word: procrastination. Oh, and the fact that I put my piano practice before the blog. Otherwise, I would have set it up at seven instead.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to knock blogging. I actually like asserting my opinions and what-not, but I do mind when I'm doing it for a school function. Take the tag line "A Pink Valkyrie's Thoughts". I actually sat here for a few moments wondering if my two professors would actually mind that I didn't call this "Megan's Blog" or whatever. I like to be creative and unique - and I love Converse's mascot - so I decided to combine the Valkyrie with the fact that I'm a Pink Panther. I'm hoping they don't mind, and if they do I'll change it.
My main point is, I don't like being restricted when I'm writing something, and no matter what anyone tells me about college, I still have to restrict my thoughts somewhat because I'm new at all this. I've yet to test my boundaries with the faculty and staff. Actually, I've yet to really get to know the faculty and staff well enough to feel comfortable with testing my boundaries with them. The reason I make this such a big deal is that I have a near phobia about crossing people in authority. People my age can kiss my derriere, but police officers, professors, CAs, anyone else I deem to be in authority, etc, etc, . . . . No. I'm serious, the first day or two of Orientation I had to stop myself from calling my CA Morgan "ma'am" all the time.
Well, enough about my idiosyncrasies about the blog, more about my eccentricities outside of it. I'm a freshman Converse student, specifically a Music Education major. I play the clarinet and am in the process of learning piano. I think I spent at least an hour playing tonight, but I forgot my watch and cell phone so I can't be sure. I'm a big fan of anime and manga, (By the way, never call it "Japanimation" around me. That terms seriously annoys the crimaday out of me.) and everything Transformers. I enjoy reading, writing, and drawing not to mention talking with anyone and everyone about anything.
You know, I think I might not mind having to blog after all.
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