Sometimes a girl just has to cancel her plans on a Saturday night and stay in to be nerdy alone. And by sometimes, in my case, I mean quite frequently because I have way too much fun being with myself. I've been extremely absentminded lately when it comes to blogging, so I am making up for it with a gigantic post.
The first week of classes has ended, and I am extremely excited and pleased with how my courses are looking. This quarter I am taking Yoga, Intro to Business and World Affairs, Interpersonal Communication, and my Freshman Inquiry, which is Race and Social Justice. So far, I love my business class. The professor is quirky and hilarious, and she tells the best stories and gets off topic easily and I love it. The other class that I really like is my Freshman Inquiry. This class is unique in that it lasts the entire year, so you have the same professor, and people in your class, which is entirely made up of freshman. A lot of people in that class get on my nerves, and they enjoy bitching and complaining about the workload (which I don't even think is that bad.) I feel like I have learned a lot from that class. We have talked a lot about personal struggles with oppression, and we have even gone out in the community and volunteered, which is something that most classes don't do. This quarter we are focusing on different grassroots non-profit organizations in the Portland area. I really want to get involved with a LGBTQ resource center, as a volunteer and ally. As most of you know, I am a bit of a slut for gay males, and I stand completely firm for gay rights and equality. So we will see how my volunteer searching goes.
In other aspects of my life, I am extremely conflicted. I know for certain that I am staying at Portland State, because my other option for schooling in the end didn't work, which I think will present to be a good thing in the end. Now I am struggling with the thoughts of staying in Portland and working over the summer, if I am lucky enough to find a job. My head is telling me this is a smart idea. Start making money, be self sufficient, be an adult, prove yourself as competent and independent. On the other hand, going back home for the summer sounds so wonderful. Crazy nights with my loves, being with my family, having my car, roadtrips... all of it sounds too good. However, if I go back home I would still need to find a job, which would be impossible for the short time frame I would actually be back home. When did life start getting so hard? Can I go back to being a happy go lucky little kid again?
This is what my night looks like. Don't laugh at me.
Rockin' the Bob Marley tank top I got in Mexico a few years back. I though I was soooo cool.
Mixture of textbooks, non fiction, and one extremely compelling biography for reading tonight
Snacks. As in, eating spoonfuls of chunky peanut butter, and some grapes, not at the same time.
Extremely untalented "lighting experimentation" with my camera. I should really take a photography class.
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