There has to be something poetic about wearing university sweatpants at the same time as a seventh grade t-shirt. Have you ever felt like that girl? You know, the stupid one? She is sort of flirty and sort of silly, even though she displays an aptitude during class. She has difficulty understanding even the most rudimentary of concepts regarding social interaction, let alone putting them into practice. And, you know, it's not that I'm afraid I've become her... it's just the questions that I must now work through, eventually leading to a conclusion, please Lord.

This moment of recognition may just be a symptom of reading Plato, or maybe of living. But I fear that I have neglected a core portion of my morality: that is to say, when and where did I form morals? "The Bible" isn't the whole answer here, but wouldn't that be nice? Where does my work ethic come from? Am I patriotic? Those questions alone are enough to keep me thinking for several weeks. Unfortunately, those were only from one of my four probing classes. Who knew higher thinking could be so draining?

Almost one week later, I still wonder why
you have read The Catcher in the Rye
So many times.
Is it because you sympathize
with emptiness just behind the eyes?
Bloodshot and remarkable, they hold my attention.

Hace dos años

Y todavía te recuerdo bien, niño. Viniste a mi lado, habías estado borracho o algo. Me preguntaste, "?me quieres?"
Te dije, "no. No te quiero." Pero esto fue antes de saber que significaba 'te quiero' y como se relataba al frase 'te amo.' Niño, te amo como Cristo me ama. Lo siento que no podía decirte en tu propio idioma. No se donde estas. Pero si estés en la calle todavía, que el Señor te contara de su amor. Es suficiente aun para ti. Y testifica mucho mejor que yo.

Sitting on a Radiator

Because with the wind chill it's 9 degrees outside. Yesterday I had all five classes, excepting my bio lab. This meant that I was on campus from 8am to 9pm. Tuesdays might be rough. In my educational foundations class, our first assignment is to write about our "touchstone." ...? Seriously? What? I have no idea. I wish I could say by what standard I measure my own teaching values... but I don't have teaching values yet. I've never taught anything. The second assignment is to write our goals for becoming better educators? The only problem is that I have no idea what those goals are and I have no idea how to fudge this. A new problem entirely, for me.



My evening literary research class is already interesting. Questions I would like to have answered: Why have you read The Catcher in the Rye so many times? Why did you leave so early? I'm pretty sure that Lyle Hall is not open past 8pm.

A Politically Correct Little Red Riding Hood

http://www.averyhillarts.com/rrh_pc.html

I have very little against being PC, except when it begins to trifle with the actual meaning of tolerance... But this is one of my favorite versions of the tale.

Looking Forward

Today our newest roommate arrives. Simultaneously, I go to work where I will inevitably stand around for inordinate amounts of time with very little to do. When does school begin again?