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Sunday, August 18th, 2002 05:40 pmFor some reason, I woke up thinking about a conversation I had in college, sometime after my health problems began but before I had to drop out of school. The man I was speaking with was someone who seemed to me to be fairly bold and adventurous, traveling around the world (including some places which, if not exactly terrorist hot spots at the time, were at least warmer than most tourists would like) for pleasure and profit, that sort of thing.
Anyway, the conversation meandered to a discussion of the classes I was taking that semester, which included the usual courses in linguistics (my major), psychology (part of my "supporting area" (the school didn't have "minors")), and a design course in the art department.
"Why are you taking the art course?" he asked. "That's not required for your major, is it?"
"No."
"Is art something you do professionally?"
"No, I've never made a living at it. This class isn't very easy, either..."
After a while I finally got through to him the idea that I was taking the class for fun, just because I wanted to. He was shocked. He was amazed. He thought I was incredibly courageous for taking a class I didn't have to take when it could easily lower my grade point average. I thought it was kinda bizarre that he thought taking a class could be an act of courage.
Then again, it's amazing sometimes how much courage people need in order to be themselves.
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New stuff in my life: Two new housemates moved in this week, which fills the house quota for female tenants. Now all we need is to find 3 men whom we all think we can live with. Also new is an orange-and-white striped pavilion that's sprung up in the woods behind the house 2 houses down the street. Music comes out of it on occasion, though so far it's mostly been soporific (Why oh Why does it have to be Smooth Jazz?).
There were other things I wanted to talk about, but I'm too tired to say anything interesting. For a few days there I even managed to lose my sense of humor, though it seems to be slowly crawling back to me. Blah. I'll be glad when the weather cools down enough for me to get a decent night's sleep.
Anyway, the conversation meandered to a discussion of the classes I was taking that semester, which included the usual courses in linguistics (my major), psychology (part of my "supporting area" (the school didn't have "minors")), and a design course in the art department.
"Why are you taking the art course?" he asked. "That's not required for your major, is it?"
"No."
"Is art something you do professionally?"
"No, I've never made a living at it. This class isn't very easy, either..."
After a while I finally got through to him the idea that I was taking the class for fun, just because I wanted to. He was shocked. He was amazed. He thought I was incredibly courageous for taking a class I didn't have to take when it could easily lower my grade point average. I thought it was kinda bizarre that he thought taking a class could be an act of courage.
Then again, it's amazing sometimes how much courage people need in order to be themselves.
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New stuff in my life: Two new housemates moved in this week, which fills the house quota for female tenants. Now all we need is to find 3 men whom we all think we can live with. Also new is an orange-and-white striped pavilion that's sprung up in the woods behind the house 2 houses down the street. Music comes out of it on occasion, though so far it's mostly been soporific (Why oh Why does it have to be Smooth Jazz?).
There were other things I wanted to talk about, but I'm too tired to say anything interesting. For a few days there I even managed to lose my sense of humor, though it seems to be slowly crawling back to me. Blah. I'll be glad when the weather cools down enough for me to get a decent night's sleep.
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