Wednesday, February 24

Phew, this is mentally exhausting

So as some of you know, I am currently enrolled at Univeristy. Well I am taking a Sociology class and Writing class this semester. This Sociology class is going to make me want to get fatter than I am.
Hot Fudge Something has been my saying for past few weeks.
Now we all know about some of the horrible stuff that goes on, but I guess I took for granted that it was focused on Social Problems, I thought it would be fun. It is fun, the debates and such. But I just want to eat a hot fudge something every other day. Sunday, for instantce, the day of rest, hot breakfasts, laundry, hang out with the family. Mine was spent researching the disgusting and horrible things going on in the Republic of Congo, and then spent anyalizing it and writing about what the cause is, dysfunctions, objective condtions and subjective views. Phew. I am just mentally exhausting. It happens because these poor, yet strong women are being used as toys, in this pointless war. They are having to watch 6 month old baby girls all the way up to 70 year old grandmothers get, just, I want go into detail, but violated beyond anything I can think of.
Then not to mention the first day of class we talked about aborotion and terrorism.
Man oh man.
That should have warned me right?
Don't get me wrong, in some ways I am 100% enjoying this class, I love my professor, she is one smart cookie of a lady. It is just hard sometimes, to not sit back and think, how did I know this was happening, but not truly realize this before? My mid-term was on homelessness, I knew it was a problem around the world, especially back home in the states, but besides giving them money or donate some time at a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving..what do most of us do? NOTHING
Then talking about Gender issues and the on going hate crimes that still happen? Really? With all the crap that happens in this world, all the bad things and the wonderful stuff. We still need to hate someone, ruin their life, if we do not kill them for what? Wanting to be what they feel in their heart they should be? For wanting to be able to be with the man or woman they love? Who are we to judge, we dont. We are not meant to. I certaintly can not fault anyone strong enough to go with their heart.
Oh and race? OMG this is still an issue? FOR REALS? I mean, an issue on such a large social problem scale, some people are ignorant, i guess I just surround myself with open minded people and just see the race as a non issue. I have even been the minority, It is not that big of a deal. People. Come on.
NOw I have to talk about Inmate Partner Violence.
Homelessness was a tiny bit hard, cause in my 8th grade year, my family and I were. But this, Domestic Violence. Wow. Tear my viens open. Re opening the emotional scars. I have to write from a non-subjective view?
I will try
Okay not to be all downer, I am personally doing wonderful. But this class. Boy it is just gets to me sometimes
on a happier note...
37 DAYS!!
Oh and I also got alllll my retail therapy in the mail finally, well except the face stuff from Oh well though.
So soon on my other blog I will get some pictures of my feet in the shoes, not that it really makes a difference, just shows the shoes on me. Maybe once I get back to the "old me size" I will make it a fashion blog too. Not sure though. For now it will just stay on my lil feeties.
Oh and on my photo blog with one of my chicks for life, we are working at trying to find time in both our lives to start posting atleast 2x a month. I hope all you lovely bloggers are doing wonderful though.


Lisa said...

Oh wow, that class really gets into some deep stuff! Ahhh. I both love it and hate it, the way college makes me...well, think. College classes open our eyes to new ways of thinking, they make us pay attention to the world. And sometimes think about things that we'd rather shove in some dark closet. Hmmm...I'm very interested to hear about what you're learning!

And I'm so jealous you get to go to Spain (lol...I've said this a million times already, haha.) Anyway. Take care, Miss!