Do you ever have those humdrum days at work? Right now, I don' t have much to do. I'm just chilling here, waiting for the day to pass so that I can go home. I really enjoyed my sister's blog today about how Ellen Degeneres and Portia deRossi had their wedding day. I think it's sweet that they got married, even though I am LDS and we don't believe in homosexuality. I mean, it's not accepted in our church, but I still feel very tender and very happy for gay people. I don't want to kill them just because they choose to live a different life than me. I don't see how others could think that they are scum, when they are beautiful just like anybody else. It doesn't make sense to me, and I think that respect should go both ways when looking at people we don't understand.
I think personally that marriage is something personal. I don't really think that it should be a national law to ban whatever kinds of marriage at all. It just doesn't feel right, when I know that there are more important laws to pass, laws about our economy that need to be taken care of. It's our responsibility that we should not have another recession, and that's what government should step in for. As for personal morals and decisions, it should be left to everybody to choose what they may. Would it necessarily hurt you, destroy what you believe in if you see gay people getting married (may I add they most likely find the way to do it anyway)?
It makes sense that government should be left out of personal decisions, and only when we feel our nation is in distress of falling apart, that the government's job is to unite the country. We call this the United States, and that makes a huge difference in our policy. Should we go farther and say that we should all be united in our morality, our religion or our political standing? Most believe that there shouldn't be diversity in these areas so that makes them right. I believe this is not so.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
First week of school
Whew! Things are really getting tough now that school at my lovely Ogden university has come. I have the following classes that are wonderful and really learning intensive:
Principles of Archaeology (that's always a tough one to spell)
U.S. History from 1919-1945
Intro to Poetry
Professional/Technical Writing
And as always, my wonderful job at the Writing Center with my fellow tutors. It's been fun to learn about four different things! Usually I take just lit courses that somehow intertwine, but now it's fun just to see four very different subjects. I guess I could read poetry from WWI, but other than that...
I'm also taking an Institute class and we are reading the New Testament. I particularly like it because it's the most exciting (I think) and relevant scripture to read. I don't usually deal with crazy stuff like the Nephites and the Lamanites (even though they are important) but I think that I prefer to read about Christ more often. To those who don't understand when they read this, I'm a Latter Day Saint (Mormon) and I was referring to the Book of Mormon. I enjoy Institute, but not to the extent that some people I know enjoy it. For instance, they have this entire posse of people that go to activities and sit all day in the lounge, and I just don't do that. Not that I'm not a social butterfly, but I just don't have very many friends that go there.
Speaking of posses, I used to go up to the Honors Center all the time, but now I have no desire to. They changed directors the past few years that I have been going to Weber, and the new director is a rather beastly british woman who some claim has dementia. Whether that is certain, I am not sure but it wouldn't surprise me because she flew with rage at my one friend who was touching his girlfriend's shoulder one time, and she was clearly sending a message that touching of any kind was out of order (in her mind). That always puzzled me. Another friend of mine wanted to get into the Bachelor of Integrated Studies major, and when this certain director was the head, she turned her down (you never turn students down for majors....weird...). So, I don't know what to believe, but I just don't feel welcome there anymore. I prefer to be a Writing Center groupie now, and proud of it!
As for this semester, let me graduate! Please! I hope this is so....I have the requirements.
Principles of Archaeology (that's always a tough one to spell)
U.S. History from 1919-1945
Intro to Poetry
Professional/Technical Writing
And as always, my wonderful job at the Writing Center with my fellow tutors. It's been fun to learn about four different things! Usually I take just lit courses that somehow intertwine, but now it's fun just to see four very different subjects. I guess I could read poetry from WWI, but other than that...
I'm also taking an Institute class and we are reading the New Testament. I particularly like it because it's the most exciting (I think) and relevant scripture to read. I don't usually deal with crazy stuff like the Nephites and the Lamanites (even though they are important) but I think that I prefer to read about Christ more often. To those who don't understand when they read this, I'm a Latter Day Saint (Mormon) and I was referring to the Book of Mormon. I enjoy Institute, but not to the extent that some people I know enjoy it. For instance, they have this entire posse of people that go to activities and sit all day in the lounge, and I just don't do that. Not that I'm not a social butterfly, but I just don't have very many friends that go there.
Speaking of posses, I used to go up to the Honors Center all the time, but now I have no desire to. They changed directors the past few years that I have been going to Weber, and the new director is a rather beastly british woman who some claim has dementia. Whether that is certain, I am not sure but it wouldn't surprise me because she flew with rage at my one friend who was touching his girlfriend's shoulder one time, and she was clearly sending a message that touching of any kind was out of order (in her mind). That always puzzled me. Another friend of mine wanted to get into the Bachelor of Integrated Studies major, and when this certain director was the head, she turned her down (you never turn students down for majors....weird...). So, I don't know what to believe, but I just don't feel welcome there anymore. I prefer to be a Writing Center groupie now, and proud of it!
As for this semester, let me graduate! Please! I hope this is so....I have the requirements.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
What'll I do?
Do you remember the song, "What'll I do when you are far away?" The very sad song from the movie The Great Gatsby? The movie was great, but somehow I imagined it differently (and now come the inevitable comment from kisconfuzzled...why do I always seem to talk about that book? it's become dirty from my constant allusions to it.)
What'll I do??? Well that's the main question on my mind. See, I have a vague feeling of what I want to do with my life, since that's the big question that I get from everybody. But what does it mean to know what you're going to do? Am I going to know what the world will be like tomorrow? Or will my goals be set and achieved, when I don't even know what they could be? I have a certain pride with being an English major, but there will be the constant hounding of what being an English major does to establish a career path....here are a few scenarios I imagine:
I see myself as writing a book, yet I would be too anxious to get to the ending (as I always do).
Or maybe being in a book store, but I would be too busy reading to get to any customer service. My editing is great, but there doesn't seem to be a point to reading other people's work, unless they are going to be the next Faulkner or something. Technical writing always leaves a sour trace in my mouth (would I receive bored expressions or screams accompanied with this?) So, I am at a loss. Maybe crossing over to history would do, if I could be a good teacher (I'm scared of crowds.) Or being an archaeologist, which makes perfect sense in the real world. How about theater, when I say to my mom "I'm going to be in the performing arts", hmmm. No, that won't do. So, I'm up in the air without a clue. And it isn't very fun for me, because I'm always a future based kind of girl.
I actually talked to a local college about their veterinary technician program, and it seemed nice, but I don't know how to go to school after I already got my bachelors. I love animals, but hurting them to make them heal isn't that appealing. I keep hearing my mom's voice in my head, when she asks what have I done in college these past few years, was it all for nothing? I don't know how to answer that. Sometimes I feel like I can never please her, like she will never be satisfied with my answer to the life question because I am not producing granddaughters. It's a shame, I know, but sometimes I am not the perfect daughter. I wonder why she wants me to be one so much. Such are the ponderings I have been pondering...
So there. There's my spiel because I know only one or two people will read this and know who I am. And I like to send out my feelings into space knowing that it won't get to the people who are previously mentioned.
What'll I do??? Well that's the main question on my mind. See, I have a vague feeling of what I want to do with my life, since that's the big question that I get from everybody. But what does it mean to know what you're going to do? Am I going to know what the world will be like tomorrow? Or will my goals be set and achieved, when I don't even know what they could be? I have a certain pride with being an English major, but there will be the constant hounding of what being an English major does to establish a career path....here are a few scenarios I imagine:
I see myself as writing a book, yet I would be too anxious to get to the ending (as I always do).
Or maybe being in a book store, but I would be too busy reading to get to any customer service. My editing is great, but there doesn't seem to be a point to reading other people's work, unless they are going to be the next Faulkner or something. Technical writing always leaves a sour trace in my mouth (would I receive bored expressions or screams accompanied with this?) So, I am at a loss. Maybe crossing over to history would do, if I could be a good teacher (I'm scared of crowds.) Or being an archaeologist, which makes perfect sense in the real world. How about theater, when I say to my mom "I'm going to be in the performing arts", hmmm. No, that won't do. So, I'm up in the air without a clue. And it isn't very fun for me, because I'm always a future based kind of girl.
I actually talked to a local college about their veterinary technician program, and it seemed nice, but I don't know how to go to school after I already got my bachelors. I love animals, but hurting them to make them heal isn't that appealing. I keep hearing my mom's voice in my head, when she asks what have I done in college these past few years, was it all for nothing? I don't know how to answer that. Sometimes I feel like I can never please her, like she will never be satisfied with my answer to the life question because I am not producing granddaughters. It's a shame, I know, but sometimes I am not the perfect daughter. I wonder why she wants me to be one so much. Such are the ponderings I have been pondering...
So there. There's my spiel because I know only one or two people will read this and know who I am. And I like to send out my feelings into space knowing that it won't get to the people who are previously mentioned.
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