I had a philosophy prof who used to be a marine, and cleared the room by at least two thirds by giving a scary speech about kids looking for an easy elective. We got into lots of arguments. One day he was talking about unpredictable random things, and I was pissed at him for something (most likely me using an argument of his against him, one that he used often on us, that he then dismissed as unfounded).
So I got up and walked out.
He didn't count it as an absence.
After the class was over he wrote me a nice letter about how much he enjoyed our talks.
So many teachers are just waiting for someone to yell back at them.
Home. Unpacked. Trying to decompress so I can freaking get up early enough to swim tomorrow. I miss it. Also miss the Milky way and stars down to a visible horizon, but that's NM's effect for you.
I'd have argued less with my professors if they were able to give me jail time for contempt of class.
I'd have argued less with my professors if they were able to give me jail time for contempt of class.
Funnily enough, even given that ability, I've spent more of my life arguing with judges than with professors.
Ahahaha. Not even a month into the new mortgage, Fannie Mae bought it. (Last mortgage, it was Freddie Mac within a couple months.) Small fry mortgages. Also, almost caught up on my snail mail.
Pumpkin really missed me, she's been all over me. Loki is being a dork and either nipping my calves or hair...or ignoring me entirely.
So many teachers are just waiting for someone to yell back at them.
If you're listening enough to yell about something then, hey, you're listening.
I realize I'm less interested in psychology than I am in neurology. I care less about people's actions and more about how the brain itself works.
I was always curious why the most fucked up people in college were psych majors.
People get into psych because they want fix everybody else as a way of fixing themselves. says the psych major who didn't quite manage to finish her degree.
