The other day, I found exactly 20 cents on the ground in pennies. It was outside of a starbucks, so I’m assuming someone tossed out their change…or maybe a couple of someones. But what made them lucky was the fact that each of the 20 pennies that I collected off that pavement was facing heads up, a universal sign of good luck. So..whats that mean for me? Who the flip knows, but it sure did bring a smile to my face.
But beyond the news of 20 cents of good luck randomly deposited into my life, I’ve been taking my summer session one day at a time. At least these two classes only last a month, and English-despite the teacher giving of an air of superiority and his affinity to remind us all that plagiarism is against school policy (helloooo mr grad student, we have made it this far, duh) the topic I have picked for his research paper is going to be fun.
Research and fun in the same sentence? Oh the HORROR, well not for me. I’m writing about sex and the Taboo that surrounds sex, sexual education and sexuality that keeps people from talking about it openly. Like honestly, what the fuck is wrong with sex. We all do it, or we’ve all thought about it, hell possibly seen it (the enternet is for porn after all) and yet if the topic is broached in public one must shy away and blush. Unless your a man and your joking about your latest shag. God forbid you a chick who screwed someone good last night and wanted to mention it. Shammmmmmme the woman. Lest thats how it seems to be portrayed to me. Everyone who knows me knows i’ve never understood the taboo. Yes there might be things that make me of all people blush, but then I look into it, research it, read it enough that whatever the sexual act is, it simply becomes another means of human expression between the sheets. I mean, yes there are things i know i will never do, but unless its the one and only sexual deviant that literally means your a psycho/sociopath i’m not gonna judge and say your sick. Just…keep it away from me.
That’s how it should be. Sex should be open and information easily accessible to those who don’t know, understand or simply never thought to question the norms surrounding these ideals. That’s what my paper’s gonna be about. I was never afraid to ask my grandmother about sex, why the hell am I gonna blush when I hand my five page paper in for a grade in college. I’m Not. Part of me slightly hopes I shock his socks off, knock him down a step because seriously….this graduate student teaching out class has one hell of a superiority complex that rubs me the wrong way.
Beyond English, is Geology. I’ve made my first friend. He’s a senior and no I don’t exactly know his name but hell…half of my friends it took me forever to remember their names and stop switching them with similar sounding names. I still have that problem and don’t get going on the spellings. So far so good, the lecture is like a history class of rocks, the lab is like a quick questionnaire and I just did the first bout of homework and I doubt the TA covering this class is gonna look too closely seeing as he gave hints and answers (purposefully) on the hand out. This class seems like it’ll be easy for a science.
Moot court is going good, still working and tweaking that argument. its hard to explain….the first scrimmage is coming closer and its gonna add to my anxiety for sure. lol we’ll see how that goes. it’ll be good for me though, i’m sure. in the long run.
but as for the short run….well my future consists of chocolate because HELLO i am a girl and whatever I can find on tv until my roommate come home to complain about her day. She might be a rainbow but she knows how to kick up a storm lol jk jk jk.