Waking Nightmare...

I would be asleep now... but I had one of those waking nightmares... the one where you know that you have forgotten to do something... something important... and then WHAM!! "Oh no. The blog."


My brother just shipped out for Navy Basic Training and the one piece of advice that he heard over and over - keep your mouth shut and don't get noticed, otherwise plan on doing lots of push ups. Now, I can promise you that my brother has probably done the most push ups of any recruit to date. But he always was a glutton for physical fitness and he could never keep his mouth shut.

But me, not so much. I'm tired of push ups.


The more tired I get, the less school becomes about experience and participation and the more it becomes to be about survival. There are days when just making it to class feels like an achievement.

But for me, there is another end to it. This will be the only humanities class I take... ever. I'm a physics major. And while I enjoy the class, it has been a lot more work than expected - and has required more time than I would have liked to have invested in a general education class. I guess, in a way, I have reached a tipping point in participation vs priorities.



As far as the class as a whole is ... I think as we shift in to more specific dialects, it becomes harder to participate. For example, in last weeks discussion on Spanish/Latino dialects only three members of the class had first hand knowledge of the culture or language in a way that allowed them to legitimately participate in the discussion.

Tiffany made this apparent, "So-and-so, I'm glad your here, we're going to pick on you if that's OK..."

For anyone else to participate, they have to do so with caution or risk coming across as ignorant if they incorrectly stereotype a culture.

So it would make sense that more listening is required.

Good night.