Applause?
Posted: April 18, 2011 Filed under: All's Well That Ends Well 4 CommentsToday I’ll take my last two finals of the semester.
Are you paying attention?! This is huge! The Romgi and I were both doing school full-time, and we have two little attention-hungry kids, and we made it! I’m relieved and a little shocked that I made it through.
Things I’ve learned this semester, academically and otherwise:
- I have more self-discipline than I gave myself credit for. I admit, I didn’t always attend my deviance class, mainly because it was once a week and the teacher read PowerPoints word-for-word; the slides just paraphrased the textbook and were posted online. But, aside from that, I did the reading before each class, wrote papers, took tests, and might even get a 4.0 this semester. WOW!
- It is really difficult to focus on schoolwork when the Bwun and jr are clamoring for me. Dorothy Smith would refer to this as the bifurcation of consciousness that occurs when we occupy both the concrete, physical, embodied world (parenting, usually women’s work) and the abstract, textual world (academics, usually men’s work). Thank you, Contemporary Sociological Theory.
- The movie Groundhog Day is Nietzschian thought, pure and simple.
- In terms of BYU geography, it really doesn’t make any sense to park by the Smith Fieldhouse if you’re heading to the JKB. On the first day of class I was running late and hadn’t spent much time on campus in about 3 years, so I parked just outside the Smith Fieldhouse and ran up, up, up, up all the stairs to my class in the JKB. At the time I was in the midst of a terrible cold, and running through the freezing air was not good for my lungs.
- At BYU it is possible to be docked points on a paper for being “too academic.”
- There are no Rolos in the south vending machines in the JFSB basement.
- My classmates are a little bit younger than me. In my women’s studies class there was at least one girl who was 18. Seriously, 18. Just imagine how old I’ll feel when I go to law school in 5-10 years!
- The Romgi is so supportive. I really appreciate how willing he’s been to let me shut myself in the other room to work on papers or study for tests. He gave up a lot of his own study time so that I could do well in my classes. THANKS!
Little Bee
Posted: April 12, 2011 Filed under: Book of Sand 1 Comment{ 2008 | Sceptre | 368 pgs }
I bought this on the Kindle because of its inviting blurb: “We don’t want to tell you too much about this book. It is a truly special story and we don’t want to spoil it.”
I’m going to spoil it for you.
This is a story about an orphan Nigerian refugee girl and a British couple. It isn’t so much tragic as just plain depressing. The storytelling is interesting – it alternates narration from the Nigerian girl (Little Bee) and the British wife, unfolding the plot from end to beginning. Unfortunately, the British wife was so extremely unlikeable that I never felt the proper pity or sympathy for her.
I think the book was meant to make you feel indignant, or sad about the way things are, or motivated to make a difference in the world, but all I really felt was depressed. I understand that in real life, people aren’t easily categorized as good or bad. But in a book I think you need to have at least one character that you can admire or even connect to!
As a side note, the book was originally called The Other Hand, which is a much, much better title for the story. I can’t imagine why they changed it. They ought to have asked me my opinion first.
Well, my opinion is to skip this one. There are plenty of books to make you feel guilty for being privileged, and a lot of them are better stories with better writing than Little Bee.
Grumble grumble
Posted: April 11, 2011 Filed under: War and Peace Leave a commentThis is about Mika and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
I wish I knew somebody that I could tell, “I hope you sit on a tack. I hope the next time you get a double-decker strawberry ice cream cone, the ice cream part falls off the cone part and lands in Australia.”
Wow, typing that from memory actually made me feel a lot better.
So does this:



