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Nietzsche is Dead! :|
Sep. 21st, 2006 03:42 pmToday started out pretty poorly, with Barak phoning at the last minute to say I couldn't get a ride today, but we found a couple of busses that could actually get me to class on time (not possible the last time a schedule was looked at - changing stuff around does have some benefits) so I got to Cabrillo not only on time but early. Philosophy of Religion went well - I wasn't physically dead like on tuesday, so I was able to stay awake and take the quiz (which unfortunately covered more than I had thought it did, meaning I missed a couple questions) and hear about Nietzsche and stuff. Not only was there a quiz, but we got our next paper assignments (due in two weeks), if not the last papers back yet. Yay for classwork. I had been beginning to write her off as a softy.
She also decided to make the quiz be worth three points per question rather than two, and was asking the students if they approved of this idea. It had no practical downsides, so everyone was in favor. Then she asks "Sam, what about you?" which totally took me by surprise because it's not like we interact much and I wasn't frowning or anything. Apparently she expected me to be smiling or nodding or something rather than sitting there impassively with my normal blank stare. I don't really show emotion on my face very often unless I'm talking with someone, certainly not in situations like class or at a computer. I'm blank right now. Anyway, she says that I should play poker professionally because I have the face for it. Is that a compliment?
(I practiced impassivity while watching math homework in the cafeteria for a bit, but it doesn't work too well while talking to Elowyn so I gave that up and went back to normal... for what change that makes. :P)
Later in Sociology of Gender we got divided into groups of four to describe some key concepts from the assigned reading together without aid of the textbook. This was impaired by my being the only person in the group who had actually done more than glance at the chapter, let alone had read through it repeatedly on multiple occasions. None of them were at all familiar with the content and were just going to break the rules by looking in their books, so I had the options of reporting them or explaining things myself... I don't really like helping people to perpetuate intentional stupidity, much prefer assisting those already trying to better themselves, but it seemed nicer than reporting. On the bright side, I don't think that what I said I helped very much with the quiz we had afterwards. :|
I think that sometime along the line I may have internalized a certain stigmatism against raising my hand for questions I know the answer to. While reviewing a few questions from the quiz, Carolie (SoG teacher) got to a question that had been about information contained in a sidebox. As each person she asked did not have the answer, she eventually decided to ask if anyone knew. I raised my hand... slowly, tremulously, hoping that other people would raise theirs and I would not somehow be seen as a showoff. I actually ended up getting mild applause for giving the answer, but, high ones, my voice was so incredibly timid. So much for non-conventional socialization, eh?
I think I may be turning into a college student. I'm even trying to befriend a hot girl. Ah, childhood innocence, I miss you.
EDIT: Have I mentioned I love my sociology teacher? Her class totally was the turning point on my road to health after sickness on Tuesday. Afterwards all health issues have been minor.
She also decided to make the quiz be worth three points per question rather than two, and was asking the students if they approved of this idea. It had no practical downsides, so everyone was in favor. Then she asks "Sam, what about you?" which totally took me by surprise because it's not like we interact much and I wasn't frowning or anything. Apparently she expected me to be smiling or nodding or something rather than sitting there impassively with my normal blank stare. I don't really show emotion on my face very often unless I'm talking with someone, certainly not in situations like class or at a computer. I'm blank right now. Anyway, she says that I should play poker professionally because I have the face for it. Is that a compliment?
(I practiced impassivity while watching math homework in the cafeteria for a bit, but it doesn't work too well while talking to Elowyn so I gave that up and went back to normal... for what change that makes. :P)
Later in Sociology of Gender we got divided into groups of four to describe some key concepts from the assigned reading together without aid of the textbook. This was impaired by my being the only person in the group who had actually done more than glance at the chapter, let alone had read through it repeatedly on multiple occasions. None of them were at all familiar with the content and were just going to break the rules by looking in their books, so I had the options of reporting them or explaining things myself... I don't really like helping people to perpetuate intentional stupidity, much prefer assisting those already trying to better themselves, but it seemed nicer than reporting. On the bright side, I don't think that what I said I helped very much with the quiz we had afterwards. :|
I think that sometime along the line I may have internalized a certain stigmatism against raising my hand for questions I know the answer to. While reviewing a few questions from the quiz, Carolie (SoG teacher) got to a question that had been about information contained in a sidebox. As each person she asked did not have the answer, she eventually decided to ask if anyone knew. I raised my hand... slowly, tremulously, hoping that other people would raise theirs and I would not somehow be seen as a showoff. I actually ended up getting mild applause for giving the answer, but, high ones, my voice was so incredibly timid. So much for non-conventional socialization, eh?
I think I may be turning into a college student. I'm even trying to befriend a hot girl. Ah, childhood innocence, I miss you.
EDIT: Have I mentioned I love my sociology teacher? Her class totally was the turning point on my road to health after sickness on Tuesday. Afterwards all health issues have been minor.
